I barely heard them. All I could think about was Charley on a rainy day behind a bike shed, watching me walk away and leave him to his fate. I was doing it again. The circumstances were very different from his point of view. But from mine the view was the same. I was walking away, and he was watching me go. “You abandoned him,” Eric had said. “And he was more powerful on that day than he had ever been when you were at his side.”
