The Grave Between Us (A Noah & Cole Thriller, #2)

by Tal Bauer

Fake it till you make it, or until it comes back. If he wished for all the sunlight in the world to burn away the shadows, maybe it would come true.

When Noah went to sleep, it was like he’d taken the sun with him, and while he snored and pressed his face into Cole’s neck, the world around Cole became colder and darker. The moon was a cold coin, a spotlight that seemed to crawl across their bedroom floor as if it was searching for him.

“There’s this hole inside me,” Cole said after long minutes of silence. “I call it my grave. It’s where I put the things I’ve seen that can’t be described. Things I can’t talk about or share. The grave sits between me and the rest of the world. Between you and me, even.”

Silence together isn’t the same as silence alone.