Brett left early the next morning to meet Dan for a basketball tournament at the YMCA. The league they played in held a tournament at the end of every season, and their team typically made it to the finals. This was the semi-finals, and they'd be gone most of the day.
Leaning off the side of the bed, I dug my phone out of my jeans to send him a text wishing him good luck and to tell him I loved him. I'd forgotten about silencing the conversation with Gray until I saw the red notification that glowed on the message app.
Gray: How'd you know I got divorced?
Gray: Never mind. I'm sure Brett told you.
Gray: I guess you're busy. I thought Brett was out of town this weekend and had hoped we could talk.
Gray: Guess not.
Gray: It's been a really hard day. Needed a friend. You're the only pe
