Not him.
* * * *
Work kept him busy—one of the other drivers called in sick, so Vic volunteered for that route in addition to his own. The extra loop forced him to pay attention to the road and traffic, and the night was over before he knew it. He didn’t have time to dwell on his newfound strength until after he dropped off the last fare and turned out the bus’s light. Thenit came crashing back through his defenses, the fear and anxiety gripping him in panicky claws. He needed to talk to someone, but who? He couldn’t go to a doctor—there was nothing wrong with him, as far as he knew. And he had no real friends outside of a few buddies he saw from time to time at the gym, maybe one or two co-workers he joked around with by the time clock, no one he could reallyconfidein…
Except Matt.