Chapter 8

Treat in hand, having dumped the contents of both bag and bottle into the carton, Daniel struck out for his bedroom. Upstairs, he ditched his clothes—slacks and a button-down shirt—opting to slip under the covers in only his boxer briefs. Unlike in the living room, Daniel kept his gaming console upstairs, a guilty pleasure. He fired it up and cruised through his streaming service to find a movie completely void of romance. The last thing he wanted was to be reminded of his failing love life. He settled for explosions and car chases, consuming the deliciousness of his frozen concoction. The ice cream ran out long before the movie did.