MasukHe nods, “Okay.” I grin with excitement, “Number three.” My smile widens, hoping he will agree with this one. “Backstreet Boys at The Sphere.” Greg stares, “You contain multitudes.” I laugh, and he nods, “Fair.” Then his eyes light up like the Fourth of July, “What about the zip line?” I blink, t
By the time I get home, I feel lighter than I have all day. Work has done what work has always done. It gives me somewhere to put my brain. No mystery conversations, no suspicious behavior, and no trying to figure out why everyone suddenly looks guilty every time the word future comes up. Just contr
By late afternoon, I finally lean back. Finished, I smile, it has been a good day. Really good day. As I pack up, someone knocks lightly on the wall of my cubby, and Diane steps around the wall. I smile up at her, “Hey.” Diane smiles, “You got a minute?” I nod, thinking something has happened in on
The next morning, I wake up with one mission. Prove to myself that I’m not losing my mind. I lay staring at the ceiling while Greg moves around the bedroom, getting ready for training. He looks normal, maybe a little too normal. Which makes me a little suspicious. I watch him pull on his team shirt,
Chase laughs again, “Yep.” I grin, “Oh my god.” Then I stop and realize, “You’re actually doing this.” His voice softens, “Yeah.” I smile instantly, and my heart melts. My big brother by a minute and a half. I lean against the wall, “What do you need?” He exhales, “I need your help arranging it.
Coming back to Boston feels strange. Not bad, just… strange. I unlock the apartment door and step inside, carrying my backpack while Greg rolls our suitcases behind us. The place looks exactly as we left it. Blankets folded, shoes by the door, mail stacked neatly, Normal. But somehow after Santa Mon
I can hardly believe I gave in to this demand. How am I going to explain this to Garrett? Fuck! I can’t take Greg this weekend, and I won't be able to bring him to the motocross race. Just thinking about what that might do to him with the memory loss is concerning. I really need to talk to Nick and
“I wouldn’t trust Andrea to care for Greg as far as I can throw her,” Tracy says with what I hear is a little bit of venom in her voice when she talks about Andrea. Safe to assume Tracy does not like the girl. I thank my lucky stars she liked me when I was dating her son those two times. “So, you’r
“Thank you, Tracy, you look as stunning as ever. What’s your secret you look like you haven’t aged since I last saw you,” I try to win her over with flattery preparing myself for this one on four battle. “Oh, Jennifer don’t think I know what you’re trying to do young lady. I was your age once I kno
JenWiping the tears from my face as I run out of the hospital, I don’t know what to do now or where to go. I feel a little relieved to finally get all my feelings out to Greg before I allowed myself to walk away. Well, run away should I say. I find myself back at the park I was at yesterday but thi







