Chapter 49A month later
Milton had not changed.
What was I hoping for?
I called Rocco ten minutes after the Greyhound bus pulled off the Interstate and headed toward the station.
Rocco told me he was already waiting for me in the parking lot, the eagerness in his voice making me smile. I was nervous to see him, returning a month later after seeing him in ICU.
We hugged in the parking lot. Roc heaved me up into his arms, unconcerned that people were staring at us. We were lost in each other’s gazes. “I’ve missed you so much,” he said.
As he pulled out of the busy lot, Blake Shelton was on the radio, singing in the background, the volume turned down low, but I could still hear the song about loss and love and faith.
Rocco was singing over the lyrics, off key, but he was trying, and I
