If he was going to go back to Middleton, and Bill, Erik knew he had to erase the final traces of his life with the bastard. Despite telling himself he had, he knew it wasn’t true. He needed closure, which he’d only get if he talked to him.
Taking out his phone, he made the call—which went to voicemail. He didn’t want to leave a message. The fact his name and number would show on the bastard’s Caller ID would be enough.
Will he have the guts, or the nerve, to call me back? Erik wasn’t certain if he wanted him to or not. If he doesn’t, it’ll prove I’m nothing in his life and probably wasn’t for more time than I want to admit. If he does…
An hour later, as he was getting ready to leave the motel, his phone rang. When he saw who was calling, he took a deep breath and answered.
“It’s been a
