It had been a week and he still couldn’t erase the image of Cree walking away from him, his head slightly down, telling him to go home. The resignation in his tone echoed in Evan’s quiet moments. He’d dreamed about running after Cree and telling him that he’d come anyway, to just wait a few days. But it had been more than a few days, and the subpoena had been served. There’d been no word from David Fowler. The lawyer had told him that David needed to find representation, too, and that was the hang up. He’d said that David wouldn’t have a choice but to pay, because Evan’s mother had filed for support a year after he’d left and it had been sitting in the court system ever since. He’d said it was only a matter of time. Evan didn’t want any more time wasted. Urgency built in him daily to find Cree. He had so much to say to fix things. They hadn’t left on good terms. And just when Evan thought he knew what to say, he realized he hadn’t a clue at all. It wasn’t like they’d left fighting.
