30
LEVI
I’d lost Lily.
Lost Zeke.
And the burden of having no job and an apartment to pay for on my own made me desperate. I didn’t want to move back in with my parents, but what choice did I have?
I couldn’t rouse any desire to watch p**n and j******f like I’d been doing the previous couple of Sunday mornings, and I shot off a text to Lily as soon as service ended. We needed to talk details so I could get my s**t in order.
She called a half hour later while I sat on the couch and stared at the carpet where Zeke had made love to me.
“Hey, boo.”
“Hi,” I croaked a greeting.
“Are you okay?” She’d always known my mood by my voice over the phone.
I tore my gaze off the floor, pushing against the image of him atop me from my memory. “I will be.” I hope.
“Zeke didn’t look good at churc
