When his shift ended the next morning at seven, Calvin didn’t want to go home. He called Barnaby. He knew it being Memorial Day his brother would be home.
“Hi, B, it’s me.” He sat in his car in the hospital parking lot and leaned his head back.
“What’s wrong?” his brother asked. “God, you sound terrible.”
“I need to talk. I…Matt and I…we broke up.”
“What? Oh no.”
“Yeah. It’s bad. Can I come over?”
“Yes. I’ll get rid of Nathan. Send him grocery shopping for a little while.”
Calvin nodded, even though he knew Barnaby couldn’t see him. Tears spilled down his cheeks and he wiped them angrily away. “Thanks, kid. I love you, B.”
“I love you, too. I’ll see you soon.”
“Yeah. Bye.”
The whole drive to Barnaby’s house felt like it was on autopilot. Calvin had never felt like this. So broken
