Chapter 9January 6th, Tuesday
Bobby woke in his suite in Keith’s arms. He didn’t know how Keith could stand to be in the same bed with him. I’m a murderer. The truck driver hit them, but I put them there.
Keith grabbed his arms and held Bobby closer. I might as well enjoy this now because when everyone finds out that it’s my fault no one will ever want to speak to me again.
“Baby, you’re fretting. It wasn’t your fault. We’ll go over it point by point at Greg’s but believe me, it wasn’t your fault.”
“Yes, it was.”
Keith seemed a little annoyed. “Jake, Dave, and Giancarlo are coming later in the afternoon because the police want a statement. Don’t sprout nonsense. You didn’t do anything wrong. The other driver was drunk, speeding, and knew it was a mixed commercialesidential neighborhoo
