Chapter 4: Day 3, NightColby stared at his door. The door would lead out of his hotel room and down the hall. The hall would eventually lead to Jason’s room. They were on the same floor, though not near each other.
He wanted to go and see Jason. He’d said he’d come over. He’d offered assistance.
He couldn’t make himself move.
The door, heavy and solid, did nothing.
He said to it, “This is preposterous, I’m only going to try to help with this scene, it’s for our film, it’s work.”
The door smirked meaningfully at him.
“I don’t want him,” Colby said, though this was a weak protest and untrue besides. “I don’t…I can’t. I can’t, not now, not yet.”
That one was true. He hated the hint of fault-line that ran through that fractured confession, a quake waiting under the surface. He did not k
