Chapter 6
Food scraps grew cold and congealed on the plates. The aroma, still delicious and enticing, would assault the nostrils come morning. Already, the tomato base of the Ragu took on a sharper, acidic tang, but Dean struggled to rise from the armchair so ignored it. The sole illumination in the room came from digital numbers beaming out from the sound system. Grey but darkening light shone in from outside.
Exhaustion weighed on him, as if he’d stayed up half the night despite a mere two of those hours spent in each other’s company—the longest two hours of Dean’s life. Jay’s too, probably. April’s promise to go out of her way to repair bridges if he patched things up with Jay circulated in his mind. They both owed Jay for being so forgiving. No way had Dean achieved anything other th
