Billy walked into the Y’s entrance, but couldn’t say a word to Byron or his son. He passed the desk and gave Byron a furtive glance and a quick smile.
On his way back from the Western Union, he’d made a decision. Kyle would have to forgive him. Francis and Julia would have to understand. But he wasn’t going back to Montreal. He simply couldn’t do it. Couldn’t leave Xavier. Life would not be worth living without him. What would he do up there in Montreal, but spend his days missing Xavier?
He was standing on the edge of an erupting volcano, but if Xavier jumped, then he jumped, too.
Coming up on their room, Billy paused and wiped his hands down his thighs. God, he didn’t want to do this, but what other choice did he have? Mexico. He’d have to learn to survive.
When he opened the door, h
