Wade pulled his truck into a visitor parking space just outside of Neal’s soon-to-be-ex-apartment.
Neal was just getting out of his sedan a few spaces away. He reached into the backseat and pulled out a couple of large cardboard boxes. He’d changed clothes since the last time Wade had seen him, but the sorrow still lingered in his eyes and he still looked a little too pale for Wade’s liking.
“Hi, Wade. Thanks for meeting me here.”
He patted Neal’s shoulder. “Let’s get this over with. We can stop for some dinner on the way home, if you want.”
“I’d love that. I’ve hardly eaten all day,” Neal admitted. “Not much of an appetite after last night.”
Wade nodded. “I can imagine. Well, we’ll make this as quick as we can. Dion here?”
“He said he wouldn’t be.” Neal stepped up to the front doo
