They looked like a publicity still from some sappy romance movie. Except their story hadn’t ended with them living happily ever after. A few weeks later, Brett heard him singing in a bar in Nashville. Nine months after that, Luke was a last-minute opening act for Eric Church and another three weeks on, Rowan transferred to Colorado.
It felt like he hadn’t been whole since. Six years was a long time to feel like a part of you was gone.
The phone rang next on the cushion, startling him. Brett’s face flashed across the screen.
Luke answered. “Yeah?”
“Bro. You on your way? They need you on stage.”
“Be right there.” Hanging up, he took one last look at the photo and returned it to its spot in his wallet before tossing it back into the drawer.
He grabbed the neck of his guitar and shoved his phone in his back pocket on the way off the bus. He needed to focus. The rest of his life would have to wait for the next six hours.
