Rodney stared at his plate for a few minutes. He fidgeted with his fork the whole time, turning it over and over on the table before setting it aside.
Without looking at me, he said. “I don’t think you want to hear what I have to say right now, Royce. It’s too soon. Hell, I shouldn’t even say anything at all.” Rodney got up and took our plates to the sink.
I crossed my arms. “No, I think I do need to hear what you have to say. The truth, Rod. You owe me.” He turned to look at me with an expression I hadn’t seen since we were teenagers together.
“I screwed up, Royce. I should have said yes when you asked me to be yours forever. But I was scared. I didn’t want to believe that I had found the love of my life at eighteen. We were f*****g kids! What the hell did we know? I lied and said that
