Chapter 4Timothy was shivering and stumbling over stones and fallen logs in the dark. He cursed and would’ve fallen to the ground if Rush hadn’t grabbed his elbow as he started going down. Despair filled him, and he jerked free of Rush’s hold only to reach for his pretzels. Snack. He needed more snacks. He was almost out.
“Sorry.” Rush took a step away from him.
“It’s cool. I would’ve fallen if you hadn’t, but I have enough with my own dejection. I don’t need yours on top of it.”
“I’m not dejected.”
“You sure as hell aren’t happy.”
Silence stretched, then Rush cleared his throat. “Maybe not. But I think I could be. I have a good life, it’s only…a piece is missing.”
Timothy stared in his direction. He’d meant here and now, not in a wider perspective. “Yeah? And what is that?”
It was
