Chapter 9
A thunderstorm rolled in over Willow Point. Felix threw doors and windows open to let in the scent of summer rain. The fragrance made him remember childhood downpours when he and Lexi had run down their street soaking wet. Grinning, he stepped out on the patio. He wouldn’t run out on the street, but no one could see him in his backyard.
With his arms spread wide, he tilted his face to the sky and allowed the raindrops to slide over his skin. He wished they could wash away all the deaths haunting him, allow him a fresh start.
Today was the day he would tell Kirk. He’d postponed it all morning, past lunch, and a good way into the afternoon, but it was time to come clean.
Yesterday had been great, and he wanted more days like it—more days with takeout and snuggling on the sofa,
