Years?
Never?
When would someone tell him how to fix this hole in himself so he could move on? Telling him that it was there didn’t solve it.
It just hurt more.
Sitting on the couch, he hated that he was trapped, and couldn’t get past any of this.
It felt so…hopeless.
When someone started banging on his door, Corbin headed there, and peeked out the hole.
Yeah, this was bad.
It was Alex.
This was the worst possible moment for him to show up. Corbin was barely hanging on.
Well, shit.
It looked like he was about to have a fight.
Meanwhile…
Minutes Earlier
Alex’s brain said to go back to the empty hotel room, and sit his ass down. He was three drinks in, and already, he was tipsy. That’s when he always did stupid shit.
Alex and alcohol didn’t mix.
It was always a horrible choice, but it always seemed to happen to him.
Now, here he was, back to the doorway that always led him down the wrong path.
He was back to making stupid mistakes.
Again.
What he knew he should do was go back to his room, or get the hell out of this hotel altogether.
He should call Elizabeth and quit ASAP. He should turn in his badge.
Instead, he was going to get answers. He was going to figure out what he’d done to feel this betrayed.
What he wanted to know was why the man ditched him without a word to him.
Why wouldn’t he say it to his face?
For the first time, in a long time, he had hope. He had joy, silence, and good moments. The last time he felt this happy was when Noah needed him.
It was just like yesterday.
Noah had escaped his foul abuser, and showed up at Alex’s apartment to be saved.
He’d moved in.
They had breakfast together.
