Chapter 6: Day 4, Night, Part 1He couldn’t. He couldn’t.
Could he?
Colby stared at the clock. Stared at his silent phone. At his half-packed suitcase and the walls of his hotel room, which possessed no helpful information about his state of mind.
Evening. Well into. Past the end time of the day on set, according to the schedule. Jason should be back at the hotel—everyone should be back at the hotel—and heading up to his own room to change and maybe shower properly and a few minutes after that send a text and a few minutes after that come over and knock on Colby’s door and—
“Oh,” he said aloud, to the suitcase and the walls, very small. “Oh, no, I can’t. I can’t.” When he took a step back he ended up colliding with the bed. He sat down mostly because that seemed like a good idea.
He wa
