Chapter 37: The Angel That Won't Come

I only allow myself to think of it again in the dead of the night.

The covers are up to my neck and I'm wide awake in the dark. Alone with my thoughts, I realize I can't keep pretending I don't want to know more about Jason's history.

I grab my laptop from the bedside and sit up. Minutes later, there is his face again, splashed across the screen in so much color. I was sure I'd never see him again. I thought I'd chased him away with my high-handedness. He didn't even say goodbye before he left, leaving me to search for him in a half-crazed frenzy before it finally settled on me that he was gone. But here he is now, and even through a device, I have a feeling this is the closest I'll get to seeing who he really is.