Chapter Fourteen
Ryan and I walked down the long stairway to the basement of the church that I had not been in since I had seen Ryan there several years earlier. When I had eviscerated him in front of an entire room of recovering alcoholics. That had not been a good night.
Now here we were again after all those years.
When we reached the large meeting room, Ryan took my hand and squeezed it, just for a moment, but long enough for Mark to see it. Yes, my Mark. What was wrong with my brain? This was also where Mark went to AA meetings. It was near his house. He knew Ryan—as Bryan. They used to play in a neighborhood basketball team together.
Ryan went down a row to grab a seat. I smiled at Mark and gave him a hug.
“Are you and Bryan friends now?” Mark asked.
“It’s a long story,” I said
