I watched him as he lovingly lay the last guitar in its case and closed the lid. He carried it over to the rack and set it inside with the others and closed the door, securing his babies in the rolling cart. I wondered if he would show me the same courtesy and care if we were to make love.
Cas turned back to me, catching me staring at him. “What?” he asked
“Nothing.”
He came over to me. “Oh there’s something.”
“No. Nothing.”
Taking my hand, he led me from the backstage area and outside towards the parking lot. We didn’t speak as we crossed the lot to where my car was parked. I felt like each step was taking him further away from me and I didn’t want him to go. It would be a long time that he’d be gone and a long time before he brought the music back.
We stopped at my car and I turned
