Morning and Wednesday came way too soon for Tim. The day he’d come to dread was here, and he had to return home. Whoever had been the first person to say time flew didn’t know the half of it.
Brandon had once more gone to get chocolate croissants from the bakery down the street, and they were drinking their coffee and eating the yummy baked goods while waiting for it to be time for Brandon to take Tim back to the resort. A town car would collect him for the airport.
His stomach had been twisted in knots since he’d risen. No, that wasn’t it. His whole body seemed twisted. His chest ached and his throat was raw and painful. Brandon had been pretty quiet, too.
If he was going to do this, Tim knew now was the time. He didn’t have any more days, any more hours, even.
He finished his croissa
