On the way my cell keeps going off. Text message after text message all from David, “U need 2 tell him.” I never reply back, and I don’t want to tell Marc. It feels like every time I talk about it I’m giving it energy, allowing it to become more of my reality, so much so that my bones ache from its scarring memories. The second reason I’m not comfortable with discussing it with Marc, is the fact that David was sleeping beside me, when it happened and I’m not quite sure how Marc may take it. So my plan of action is, not give it another thought and it will simply vanish, right? That’s the goal anyway. I grab my cell and shove it down into the console. Pulling next to Marc’s Camaro, I grab my cell reluctantly before I go in. Marc shifts instantly and opens my door for me. I take his hand as we walk around the side and up to his balcony. He opens the double glass doors to the bedroom. “Have a seat, I’ll be right back. I’m gonna get us something to eat,”
