What had happened to the man he knew? The man he loved? Kris chewed on his upper lip, memories tumbling. Had that been his husband, last night? Had that really been him? It felt like him. Tasted like him. His soul thought it was his love, his partner, his husband. But how had his husband, the love of his life, left him… again? And stolen his laptop, his CIA ID badge, and his access card.
