Chapter 8Adam didn’t know where to go. After fleeing Brandon’s penthouse, Adam hurried from midtown, keeping his head down. He didn’t know what shape he was in, but it couldn’t have been good, if he was to go by the odd looks he got from several passersby, concerning, especially in a city full of people used to the unexpected.
Adam ducked into a laundromat past the park and Times Square, somewhere on the lower East side. The bathroom sign read Customers Only, but Adam kept his head down as he slipped inside. Adam locked the door behind him and switched on the light. His first actual glimpse of himself in weeks shocked him.
He didn’t look like himself, pale and thin, with deep purplish bruises under his eyes. But more than his mere appearance unnerved him. What scared him most was the ter
