Chapter TenThe drive to William’s house was a torture to Lucius. He had found the man he wanted most in his life, and now he was driving him away, literally. He passed restaurants where he imagined them having dinner; home improvement stores where they would pick out new paint; cafes where they would spend leisurely Sunday mornings with a paper and scones. Every mile brought new, already foreclosed possibilities--things they would never do.
“Dude, you okay? Your eyes are watering something awful.”
“Just allergies. They’re always bad this time of year.”
“Oh, that sucks. Jennifer got migraines from her allergies.”
The mention of her name was like a kick in the gut to Lucius. He felt William being dragged away from him. Nothing good could come of this now.
They pulled up at William’s hou
