Chapter 9
Cody wasn’t sure why, but he expected Candy to be gone by morning. Something about last night’s kiss had seemed final. At least it wouldn’t surprise him, if the other man snuck out before breakfast. He wouldn’t blame him, even as a part of him wished he’d stay.
The house sure was dark when Cody got up, earlier than usual. He hadn’t slept well; thoughts and memories had flooded his head at night. Feelings of guilt had prodded him, red-hot pokers of remorse. All the phone calls he could have made but didn’t; the conversations he could have had with his father, but that he never initiated; the letters he could have written but never was able to, came to mind and danced around his head like malicious wasps.
He trod downstairs and into the kitchen, but the hot chocolate he made for
