It rained, that day, he’d never forget. The phone ringing incessantly in the background, he gazed at the smiling couple. For the umpteenth time that night, the answering machine came on, the familiar voice tugging at him.
Sometimes, late at night, the vision of him, standing in the rain, his image blurred through the rain streaked windshield haunted him, Jaime’s presence ever close. His scent, his supple, olive brown skin. The crucifix he wor
Sometimes, late at night, the vision of him, standing in the rain, his image blurred through the rain streaked windshield haunted him, Jaime’s presence ever close. His scent, his supple, olive brown skin. The crucifix he wor