Calix sucked in air and his mouth fell open. He was stunned. So stunned, he could only stare at Mitch in shock. The name wasn’t supposed to cross his lips—not to another person. Yet, in the moment of supreme frustration, it had.
Emotion welled up, almost choking him. Adrenaline followed causing a great urge to flee. To run. To avoid the subject and pray it never would be broached again. With great struggle, he composed himself and set his expression back to a blankness which contradicted the rolling flood of feelings nearly overwhelming him.
Mitch pinned Calix with his gaze. “Who’s Drum?” Standing there, Mitch appeared ready to wait forever for an answer, but would stubbornly pursue the topic until he received a satisfying answer.
I can’t. I just can’t. With a lump in his throat, Calix
