Chapter 9Thursday, April 7, 2011
Delron stared at the lock. It had taken a year, but now someone had put a lock in their spot. It was over. He knew it was over, had seen pictures of the bloody sculptures made from his and Phillipe’s lock. But for as long as their spot had been free, he’d thought—hoped—that maybe, someday, they could put a new lock there. It had taken months for him to come to terms with the thought of buying a new lock, but since he couldn’t get the old one back…Maybe Phillipe had been right to suggest it in the first place. Maybe it would’ve saved them.
He hadn’t seen Phillipe since that disastrous night last summer, but that didn’t mean he didn’t think about him. He thought about him all the time. Every day. It bordered on obsession, but he couldn’t help it. Everywhere
