Chapter 7
What the hell is going on? I come home, and my friend goes from being happy to see me to acting like a guy I hardly know.
Dumbfounded, Matthew watched until Daniel’s taillights vanished from sight. Roscoe whimpered, sitting at his feet, one paw off the ground, what appeared to be a birthday card in his mouth. For the moment, he ignored the dog, still attempting to process what had just happened. He had been inside, going through things and trying to decide what he wanted to put in storage, what to sell, what to donate, and what to give away to others. The process slowed when he’d reached the vast collection of movies. Sinking down onto the coffee table, he’d wound up wandering down memory lane. He’d held a copy of Labyrinth, recalling how much he adored the film in his younger
