I got home late the next afternoon to an empty apartment. Not unexpected since I didn’t have a roommate, but for some reason it felt emptier than normal.
Maybe it had been talking with Coop about Mick that did it. Maybe it was Coop’s saying Mick and Angel were lucky to have someone in their lives that understood, accepted, and loved them. I didn’t know. All I knew was, I felt lonely.
I could have gone to the bar, even though it was my day off. There would be people there I knew—Garth, the customers. Someone to spend time with. But that wasn’t what I needed.
There was one recourse and I took it. Putting on workout clothes, such as I had, I took off for a boxing gym I sometimes used. I knew if I pushed myself hard enough I’d get rid of the last of the tension I still felt from the job, an
