Chapter 17“Ben,” Eric called out to his boyfriend when he noticed Benjamin’s slightly trembling hand while they were occupying one of the tables back at the diner and sipping on chamomile tea. “Is everything okay?”
Benjamin didn’t respond in words or actions. He remained quiet. Eric suppressed a sigh and gulped down the remainder of his tea before glancing around the diner. There were a few souls at the diner who were creepily staring at the food and beverages in front of them. Eric didn’t think he could ever get used to the sight. It was too unsettling. However, he had learned to sort of ignore the souls and whatever they were doing. Or not doing as the case might be. He had also become an expert in pretending not to be affected by the violent and brutal manners of death that were inflic
