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have to make the first move  admit you’re wrong and apologize to him.  He was a stubborn old man who budged for no one, no matter what desperate situation you found yourself in.
    “In time, bro,” Dane continued. “I just wanted to call and check on yo u, make sure you didn’t need anything. Before I forget, I have an audition in New York in two weeks. My agent told me Will Smith was also reading for the lead, but maybe they’ll throw this one my way.”
    “Good luck with that, Dane,” I offered.
    “Thanks. I’m gonna try and come see you for a few days since I’ll be that close, if that’s cool with you. I know you don’t like people seeing you when you’re not looking your best,” Dane asserted.
    I laughed at how well my brother knew me.
    “Yeah, that’s cool. I don’t plan on going anywhere anytime too soon, so let me know.”
    “I’ll do that. Love you.”
    “Love you too.”
    Although I woke with good intentions, my day was unproductive at best. My plants finally got the water they thirst for. Even though I was able to eat solid foods, I didn’t have much of an appetite. The pomegranate, pear, and grape salad with candied pecans wasn’t exactly what I had been craving, but it was filling. Between breakfast and dinner, where I enjoyed the Cedar-Planked Citrus-Rosemary Salmon I had prepared, I took my time restoring order in a room that had become too familiar to chaos. There were phone calls that needed to be returned, but in my mind, one more day of peace wouldn’t hurt. I did manage to put a rag to my burgundy 620i Convertible, which had sat under one of the aged oak trees that lined the driveway. I had no plans to go anywhere; it was just another step in getting the life that was almost taken from me back in order.
    Night had slowly crept up on me. I sat in my chair facing the fireplace, my feet crossed at the ankles, and a wine glass with cold orange juice in my hand. I rested my head on the back of the chair, closed my eyes, and escaped in though t until thought gave way to sleep.
     

     
     
    CHAPTER TWO
    THAT’S THE WAY LOVE WORKS OUT SOMETIMES
    Trevor
     
     
    In my mind, I prayed , hoped, and wished harder than ever that this night would never end. I knew when morning came, I would have to say goodbye to the one person who, unknowingly, had taught me to love again. No matter how much I tried to prepare myself for the moment, saying goodbye wasn’t going to be easy. Letting go had never been; loving Kelvin was.
    Kelv in never asked for too much, but in return , he gave more than enough. Morning found us on our proclaimed side of the bed, with our backs toward each other , taking comfort in knowing we were an arm’s length apart. I was lying there, awake, thinking how much time would pass before we would have another night like that . I watched Kelvin most of the night, stari ng into his face, thinking he had not the slightest i dea how much sadness and hurt I felt.
    When I woke, my eyes were sad, and my heart filled with pain ; very different from the beautiful summer morning that greet ed us. Before Kelvin woke, I stood looking from the bedroom window at the U-haul truck we had spent most of the last evening, and the evenin g before that, packing; the same vehicle that would eve ntually take Kelvin away from m e. I thought about how alone I was going to feelin 1084 Willow Crest Court and my heart sank. Kelvin’s laughter, his boyish smile, and love would soon be too far for me to see or feel.
    “Are you ok?” Kelvin asked with sleep still in his eyes and fatigue in his voice.
    Fighting back tears I had held back all week, I lay in silence as I thought of a response.
    “Oh, I’m fine, ” I responded, and wi ped my face before turning around. “You have a long drive ahead of you, you need to get up.”
    Kelvin seemed content just lying there. He rolled onto his back and m otioned me over to him. Kelv in took a deep breath and I allowed my body to melt into his.
    “Are you