Chapter 16The next day, Sunday, Jude stood over the chrome sink in a client’s brightly lit washroom. Through the door, he heard his client cough and the bed creak. Tense, he looked up and caught his own eyes staring back at him in the huge spotless mirror above the sink. The mirror was framed with LED light bulbs and he could see the circles under his eyes. The despair in his face.
He ran the faucet, buying time, pretending to be washing up. He’d have to go out there soon. Couldn’t stay locked up in the washroom all night.
Hadn’t he told himself he was going to quit this life? Just this morning, he’d lain by Harris, watching him sleep, drinking in the details of Harris’s face—the face he knew he could never tire of—and he’d leaned in to kiss Harris’s forehead, gently, so gently, and had
