Chapter 3

It was the temple of the damned. I knew that. I felt it. It was as if Jaye was locked between my current world and a certain Hereafter one. The music was solace inside the temple. A means of his comfort. Something.

“Jaye, can you hear me?”

Silence. Stillness. Something.

“I’m here, babe. Can you talk to me?”

Silence. Stillness. Something.

“You haven’t left me yet, have you?”

Silence. Stillness. Something.”

The song changed from “Government Hooker” to “You and I.” I jumped a little on the edge of the bed: startled, concerned, alert. “Is that you, Jaye?”

Silence. Stillness. Something.

* * * *

The guys went camping for a weekend, leaving me alone in Porter, next to Lake Erie. Of course I was invited, but I didn’t want to go.