Chapter 6
Cody sucked in a deep breath, cozy in Ezra Branch’s bed.
It’s May seventh. Again.
He threw the heavy, hand-sewn blankets off and got out of bed. His chest felt tight, so he counted back from ten, taking heavy breaths. The therapist from the hospital had taught him that, although he rarely remembered to give it a try.
Feeling better, Cody started to get dressed. He was just putting on the same white shirt as always by the time the door opened and Miles entered.
“Good morning, Ezra,” Miles said.
“Morning, Hayden.”
“Who is Hayden?” Miles asked. He leaned over and kissed Cody.
Cody enjoyed the kiss, but he managed to step back after a few seconds and ask, “You’re not Hayden?”
“Does Hayden kiss you like that?”
“Kind of,” Cody said.
“You kissed Hayden? Jesus, Cody. I told yo
