Chapter Eight
Ezra
“I’LL JUST have a water,” Ezra said to the waitress. He’d agreed to meet his friend Justin at the diner when he called crying. Justin’s boyfriend had been a douchebag, as usual, and Justin was beside himself. The only problem—Ezra was broke. He didn’t get paid until the next day. His paycheck would actually post into his bank account in the middle of the night, while he was at work.
“Two Cokes,” Justin said to the server before turning to Ezra. “It’s cool. I’m buyin’.”
“So, what happened? What’d he do this time?”
Justin leaned back in the booth and closed his eyes. Obviously, the emotions that had caused him such pain continued to overwhelm him. He shook his head as he took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes to look at Ezra, they flooded with tears.
“He wan
