It seemed like hours later when Wes pushed himself up from the floor and entered the darkenedliving room.At the window,he pulled the curtains back,flooding the room with sunlight.Thestreet below his apartment building was empty—Roger’s car was gone.
He sank to the couch,the dog beside him,her paws in his lap,and together they waited.Fifteen minutes came and went,thirty,forty-five.When he heard footsteps on the stairs leading up to his second floor apartment,there was no doubt in his mind that it was Nathan.
It hadto be.
The footsteps stopped in front of his door,then someone knocked.“It’s open,”he called out.He hadn’t locked it after Roger left.
The door opened as Nathan stepped into the room.“Wes?”
Hearing his voice,the dog jumped off the couch and ran into the hall,tail wagging.“Hey there,girlfriend,”Nathan murmured.He closed the door and knelt on the floor,giggling as the dog licked his face.“You seen my boy?”he asked the dog.She barked as if answering him.“Where is he?”