Rain walked toward the door, picked up his helmet off the coat rack, his keys off the mail table, and said, “I’m sorry, I just…I thought…never mind, just make sure you turn everything off. I’ll be out of your hair as soon as I can be.”
With nothing else, Rain walked out the door, shutting it with a soft click and not the slam the situation called for in Richard’s opinion. As Richard heard his bike drive away, he sat down on the couch with his face in my hands and fought the urge to scream. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He was supposed to be done with that damn addiction, and they were supposed to be working on their happily ever after.
Distraught and directionless, Richard picked up his phone. He knew calling anyone in the group was a set up for an I told you so like no other, and
