Chapter 4It was more than seven months since Rick had walked out of Ben’s life, and Ben had given up waiting for a card…a letter… something…anything from his boyfriend. He’d realized he was only fooling himself on the day he’d fought down the urge to leave work and go home to check the mail, thinking that lack of action would change his luck, that this time there would be an answer.
But there hadn’t been, and he’d given up. There were still days, though, when he’d see what looked like a greeting card mixed in with the mail, and his heart would lurch and turn over. But those “cards” were simply advertising hearing aids or seminars for retirement planning—and Jesus, just because he lived in Caravan Point, did they really think he needed that kind of information? He ran them through the shre
