Chapter 40

I knew there would be no more dreams of Jesse Brogan. Those distant and mental adventures were of my past. No longer would there be treks to Chicago, Paris, or Moscow once I had fallen asleep. Reality had allowed me to come full circle vis-à-vis the young man and his condition. We had met, learned of trust, and would be friends for years to come. The dreams were prophecies of sorts, or individual mental films that could help Jesse beyond my REM stage of sleep. We were learning so much about each other because of my relationship with Patrick. Nothing in Jesse’s life was a surprise to me.

“We are friends,” he said, walking side by side down Hunter.

“Friends,” I repeated, smiling, maybe even busting with the emotion of joy. I don’t know when he slipped his hand inside one of mine and started swinging them to and fro. I didn’t stop it from happening and didn’t mind, and wouldn’t for many moons to come. 44: Resilient