Chapter 4: New Beginnings, Old Ghosts
He fidgeted with his lanyard, eyes wide. I could tell he was used to taking the blame, just like I was. I patted his shoulder, trying to sound more confident than I felt.
I waved my hand at him, too embarrassed to tell him he was just caught in the crossfire.
"No worries, man. Go grab a sandwich, okay?" I said, forcing a smile. "This isn’t your fault."
Suddenly cutting someone off isn’t easy. Especially after being together for seven years, Mason and I had become deeply intertwined. I used to get up early to make oatmeal for him because of his weak stomach. But actually, I start work at ten and could sleep until nine. Now I don’t have to get up early to make oatmeal, but I still wake up automatically at six thirty. So I started going out to exercise. Before, he insisted