Coming Home
By Shawn Lane
We’d had the fight two days ago. We hadn’t spoken to each other since, even by texts. Two days probably wouldn’t seem like a lot to most people. But to us, it was.
I’d met Jared Landon nine months ago. Our initial meeting had been fraught with stress and had hardly been conducive to eventually dating. Jared was a firefighter whose station had been called to an accident scene. I was a nurse who had stopped to see if I could lend a hand.
From there we started talking and somehow, perhaps on purpose, I had let it slip I was gay. I was more than a little surprised when Jared asked me out. Not exactly because he was gay, but more that someone who looked like him—all muscles and chiseled jaw, and sky blue eyes—would want to go out with someone like me.
We’d been to
