Colby had been about an hour late leaving the store and had rushed home to his small apartment to get ready to go to the funeral home. He wanted to see Drew again, but he dreaded it, too, because he needed to talk to him about some serious stuff and since he never came home anymore, this might be his only chance.

He wondered, as he drove to the funeral home, if Drew would even want to talk to him after so much time had passed. He had made so many mistakes, made such poor choices and he knew that he had hurt Drew all those years ago, but he hoped that he’d be given an opportunity to explain. That was all that he hoped for. No, that wasn’t exactly true. He wanted more. He had missed Drew so much through the years and prayed that it wasn’t too late for them to reconnect.

Pulling into the parking lot, his heart was racing and his palms were sweaty. Suddenly, it was like he was seventeen again, not knowing what to say or do. What if Drew wouldn’t even talk to him? That would probably serve him right.

Walking in and speaking to several people he knew, he signed the visitors’ book and looked around for Drew. He walked down the hall and looking to his left into a small alcove, he saw him. He stood there for a minute just taking in the obviously expensive clothes, the Italian leather loafers, the gold watch, and Colby thought that everything about him screamed money and sophistication. He was so blond and handsome. What the hell would he want to reconnect with him for now? He needed to just get out of there. But before he could turn and walk away, Drew looked up and saw him.