Chapter 11
Time seemed to creep by. When Nick was at work it wasn’t too bad since he was able to bury himself in what needed to be done. It was the nights, the lonely nights, with nothing to do but miss Greg and wonder where he was and what he was doing, that got to Nick. Every evening on his way home, Nick would stop at Greg’s house, hoping against hope he’d be there. On Wednesday he noticed a few of Greg’s things were missing—some clothes, personal items, and a family photo that had sat on the dresser in Greg’s bedroom.
He must have come by late last night, or even today when he knew I’d be at work. Is he still here in the city? If he is…Nick knew it was possible, if not probable, and that there was no way to find him if Greg didn’t want him to. Which, obviously, he doesn’t.
Thursday
