Chapter 3Weston prayed. He meditated. He went to confession. He poured over his scriptures. He tried to open himself up to God and begged for an answer, or relief. But every time he closed his eyes, he saw Mark’s face. It killed him that Mark was in town—just a few blocks away—and he couldn’t even talk to him. He didn’t have anybody to talk to, because Mark was always the one he ran to when something strange or unsettling or new or interesting or wonderful happened.
Now he couldn’t run to Mark. Somewhere in his confusion and hurt and self-pity, it occurred to Weston that he might never be able to go to Mark again. Where would he be without his best friend? His only friend?
Weston didn’t know if he could handle talking about Mark’s feelings, or about what happened between them. He had pla
