36
THE CHAIN
CASH
The Chain by Fleetwood Mac
“Are you sure?” Wade sits across from me, his ankle crossed over his other thigh.
The sun shines behind him, and the breeze ruffles his dark brown hair. I place my elbows on the table between us and twist the paper coffee cup between my hands.
“That’s the thing, I’m not,” I tell him while reaching into my pocket and sliding the picture towards him.
Wade picks up the picture taken nearly twenty years ago of Peter and Mia. “He has no idea?”
“Apparently not. At least not from what I remember,” I explain to Wade.
Mia started working with Peter shortly after her and I had gotten back together. Peter’s band wasn’t going anywhere; they needed help with a fresh sound and enlisted Mia’s help to write songs for their new album.
I wasn’t involved
