Chapter 21

“I’m sorry. I’ll get rid of it.”

I reached for the album, but he pulled it back. His expression remained fixed, as if steeling himself against an awful weight, the album some kind of anchor. I wanted to be patient, but his silence did me in.

“What’s the hold these people have on you?” I demanded. “They’re just pictures. Throw them out and be done with it.”

He shook his head as I spoke and I felt an awful falling sensation, everything between us crumbling because of a damned photo album.

“Please, Glenn, what can I do? Say something.”

He turned, went inside to get his keys, album still in hand, got into his truck, and drove away.

I walked down the driveway and stood at its end long after he’d gone, having no idea what to do next. Get in my car and chase after him? Wait him out, certain he’d return full of apologies for his foolish action? As the falling sensation continued, my stomach seizing in an effort to stop the descent, I heard my name called.