Chapter 16Late Saturday afternoon/ early evening
When Jake got back to the hotel suite, Davey was packing his little suitcase. Now that Jake took a look at it, it had to be the same one because they didn’t make suitcases of hardened wicker anymore. It must have been handed down to him by one of his foster families when he was an infant, and he’d carried it ever since. Jake had to get it together. He had to find a way to recover from one of the biggest mistakes he’d ever made.
“Baby, what are you doing?”
Davey turned to him, eyes swollen, face blotchy. “I’m leaving.”
“Why?” Jake asked dumfounded. They’d agreed this morning to give it another week.
“Because I can’t take not knowing, it’s too cruel,” he said simply. “The boys pooled their money. I have five hundred dollars. I’m going to
