Remembering that moment, Neil got up from the bed, went over to his dresser, and picked up a letter that was lying there. It was from a Dr. Turner. The letter informed him he had gotten the job he’d applied for—the job that would take him away from Texas and Jordan. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. I sure hope this works, I can’t think of any other way to do this.
Neil turned back to the bed, put the letter in his backpack, and finished his packing. He looked around the room he’d shared with Jordan for over six years. He heaved a sigh. He felt guilty. Jordan was a great guy, just not the guy for him. Neil had a fleeting feeling that this might not be the best way to change the complexion of their relationship, that he was taking the coward’s way out. Maybe Janet was right. Maybe he should just come clean before he left and be done with it.