Chapter 7
It was two days before he spoke to Enzo, due in large part to Brad ensuring he was nowhere near him, or likely to be. Then, on Thursday, they met in the lunch room. Enzo must have planned it because Brad had waited until he saw him leave the room before he went in to have his lunch.
Sarah, another of the physiotherapists, was finishing her meal. They exchanged some small talk, then she put the lid on her lunch box and left.
No sooner had she exited than Enzo reappeared. “Hello.”
“Hello,” said Brad, focusing on his chicken and avocado sandwich.
Enzo sat opposite him. “You’ve been avoiding me.”
“Have I? Not purposely.”
“Come on,” said Enzo, sounding irritated. “You expect me to believe that?” He reached toward Brad’s arm, but Brad moved it out of the way. “Can we at least be
