Patton left the sports complex earlier than usual, but it already dark by the time he pulled into his driveway. He sat in the silence for several long minutes, rolling down the window and listening to the steady click click clickof his cooling engine. The house loomed too big, too dark, too empty. When he left LA, he didn’t think anything of leaving behind at least ninety-percent of his possessions, figuring he never really paid attention to his things and it was all just stuffanyway. Most of which would remind him of Chris. But living with those old reminders now seemed preferable to rattling around an empty house.
Patton had his wallet, his phone, his keys, a full tank of gas, and nobody to ask him where he was going or why he left. He also had the weekend off. He started the engine again, backed out of his driveway, and headed for Interstate 10. There wasn’t enough room in his truck to bring everything back, but it’d be a good start.