Chapter 7
Jonathan stood on the rise overlooking the covered bridge and recalled the day he had spent there with Kyle. The hot summer afternoon now seemed like ages ago, almost as if it had happened to someone else. Or never happened at all. Jonathan wondered briefly if he would be happier if that day on the covered bridge last August had never occurred, if he had never met Kyle.
A lump formed in his throat when he thought that even though he felt such despair now, he would not deprive himself of the happiness they had shared on the covered bridge below him on that late summer day, or all the days and nights of happiness, passion, kindness, and yes, friendship that had followed it.
He was cold to his very bones and the only reason he didn’t allow himself to shed a tear at the happy memo
