Chapter 17

“It might help if you talked about it,” Mark said quietly. “Whatever it is, keeping it inside seems to be eating you up, whether you realize it or not.”

“And relive it all again?” Austin spat out. “I do that too much as it is.”

“But only in your head, I think,” Mark replied. “Talking it out…”

“There’s nothing to talk about. He’s dead. I saw him…” Austin sprang to his feet. Crossing to the balcony door, he slammed it open, stepping out into the cold, snowy evening.

Nonplused, uncertain how to react, Mark sat there for a moment. Then, getting up, he went to the doorway. “Tell me,” he said.

“Tell you what? That I watched the man I loved die a horrible death? That there was nothing I could do but watch? That all my hopes and dreams died in that moment? Is that what you want to hear?”