I got off the bed and moved past him. I stumbled on the bedclothes that our s*x had scattered to the floor. I could hear him following me, reaching out to grab me but I lurched forward avoiding his touch. The screen door that led to his tiny balcony stuck in its old tracks so that I practically had to yank it open.
“Anson!” Barrett called out my name and when he tried to follow me out onto the patio, I held a hand up for him to stop. I could hear his breathing, could feel the fear coming off him.
“It’s dark,” I said as I looked up at the sky. I was searching for something I knew wasn’t there.
“What are you saying?”
“Moon dark,” I said slowly as if I could taste the words. I couldn’t look at him, even though I wanted to pull him close, I couldn’t do it.
“I don’t understand. Where is Hi
