Chapter 5

I squinted at the light pouring through my curtain-less bedroom window. There was music playing somewhere in the apartment. It was a band Jack loved: VNV Nation. This group played industrial but melodious music Jack enjoyed forcingon me during our many evenings of drinking and talking—or as Jack liked to call those nights, “Aristotle’s hours”.

I climbed off the mattress and dug around for a fresh pair of boxer shorts in the open suitcase which still served as my closet. I slipped my favorite shorts on and walked out of the room, heading for the living room, where I knew I’d find Jack up and dressed, not a hair out of place, drinking his morning organic green tea and probably organizing his books.

I stepped through the living room threshold and smiled to myself.

Ah, I’d been right.