“What an idiot. I’m never going to put myself in that position again with any man.” He sighed as he realized it would never be possible. Not now. Thanks a lot, George.
He almost turned around when he got to George’s apartment building—but didn’t. He had to see him one more time, even if George didn’t know he was there.
When he made it up to the fifth floor, he went down the hallway then stood in front of the apartment door. Taking a deep breath, he walked through it.
“What the hell!” The living room still had all its furniture, but there were empty places on the shelves where George had kept a couple of awards he’d won as ‘Salesman of the Year’ from his firm. The two photos of his family were missing, too. He’d never owned any books; a failing Kurt had pointed out to him a couple of times before deciding it was useless to push.