“Lex, stop!” Trent said under his breath. He looked around the more than half-empty restaurant. “Ya don’t understand. I can’t do this. If anyone found out, my life, as I know it, would be over. Please, I…I just can’t.”
Lex sat back and put both hands flat on the table. “What’s goin’ on? How do ya mean your life would be over? That’s pretty extreme, ain’t it?”
Trent didn’t respond. He just picked up his coffee cup and took a sip. His hand was shaking.
“Trent?” Lex said, searching his friend’s face and seeing pain there. “Trent?” he said again.
Trent took a deep breath. “It’s my father.”
“Your dad? What’s he got to do with it? He ain’t here.”
“No, he ain’t. But he’s here,” Trent said, tapping his temple.
“I don’t understand.”
“He’s in my head, all the time, tellin’ me how all the que
