Noah changed everything. Noah forced me to be honest with Elena, to break off whatever Anton and I were doing. The divorce was painful, the fight about joint custody tough, but I couldn’t have done it without Noah. I owed him another chance.
A horn brought me back to the moment.
“Watch where you’re going, asshole!”
“Sorry!”
“Stupid fucking joggers,” the guy in the truck mumbled.
I looked at my watch. Close to an hour since I left Noah snoring.
Time to head back. Time to talk to Noah about what we should do next.
* * * *
Coffee and bagels from Noah’s favorite place in one hand, and keys in another. There was a song from the iPod I couldn’t get out of my head after I finished the run.
I tried my key, but the door was unlocked.
Guess I closed it, but didn’t lock it.
I latched the deadbolt and walked in. Didn’t hear Noah’s snoring. Or the sound of running water.
“Hey, Noah, I brought coffee and got bagels.”
A muffled noise.