Then I’d said the words that still haunted me: “If you walk away from this, don’t expect me to fix everything for you.”
“I thought you meant I couldn’t come home,” he said.
“I meant college, Julian. I was angry, but I never stopped wanting you.”
He looked toward the door.
“So where did you go that morning?”
“I left my car in that parking lot and caught a bus to a friend’s place. I planned to stay a few days.”
“And when people started searching?”
“We went to another state. His brother gave us a room, and I found work.”
“Did your friend know I was looking for you?”
“Not at first. Months later, I told him you’d heard from me. I lied because he kept asking me to call.”
“What about your phone?”
“It stopped working. I replaced it but never gave you the number.”
