Chapter 24

Curious, I walked past him and pushed on the swinging doors, stepping into the dining room. The afternoon sun filtered through the blinds, washing this guy in light. The first thing I saw, was his hair. It was the most amazing color I’d ever seen. Dark cherry red, with highlights of amber and copper, the color so unique, it was almost magical. He was medium height, maybe five-nine, dressed in a gray suit, standing there, watching me as though I was some miraculous event unfolding before his very eyes.

“Nick,” he said, in a voice that was hauntingly familiar. A voice full of restraint and passion. “You—ou don’t re—recognize me?” he stuttered.

Stuttered.

Those eyes. Those avocado-green eyes. Oh, fuck, he was that kid. That kid I’d never quite forgotten.