“Can’t. Waiting for Milo to call or come and get me.” He stared at the ring on his finger, the one Milo had given him. “He’ll give me a chance to tell him I didn’t do that stuff when he calms down. You know I didn’t do it, don’t you, Rick?”
From Liam’s tone of voice and vacant stare, Rick seriously worried about his friend’s grasp on reality. “Liam,” Rick gently said, “I think you’ve got to wrap your head around the fact that Milo isn’t coming.” Rick avoided the second question.
He felt too guilty.
Liam set his lower lip into a pout Rick hadn’t seen since Liam was twelve. “Yes, he is. He always comes. He knows I don’t lie. I’ve never lied. He’ll figure it out. This can’t be all there is.” Liam started to cry quietly.
“Maybe if you went out a bit more and saw people, you’d run into him.
