Back at my apartment I went through my pictures of Bryan
again. Studying the captured image of his much younger self on a city
street, with his come-hither eyes directed on some poor unsuspecting waif, I
wondered if a chance still existed for us. Could I buck the common wisdom
and go home again? Might he still love me, if not as much as he had before,
at least enough to save me from my downward spiral? Because things were
most definitely not getting better—they were getting worse. Time and
distance had provided me with nothing more than a lot of time and
distance. And Tim was not an option. He needed someone who his
family would welcome with open arms; it would be cruel of me to go back to him. But could I go back to Bryan?
*From my upcoming novel The Last Confession of the Sun God, available soon
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