Abby
Abby woke up to find the bed empty. He sat up and stared at the space where Modise had slept – the sheets were rumbled and pulled back leaving a hole that was slowly forming in his heart. He had gone home with Modise last night. Maybe he should have insisted he take him home.
After dropping the bomb about him and Baile on him, Modise had become distant. Non-responsive to anything Abby did to get him to at least talk about how he felt. Modise had silently driven them home and when they got there, they had gone straight to his bedroom. Modise gave him something to sleep in and said goodnight.
Abby twined his fingers together wondering what was going to happen now. They had barely begun and it seemed they were at some crossroads. Which direction was Modise going to take now?
Abb
