“Colton!” He froze like he was caught in a lion’s gaze as a man tore out of the car and left it idling in the middle of the road. Footsteps pounded on pavement. “Colton,” the voice called again, catching in the middle. Fracturing. In his dreams, he was always running to Nick. Running across the field, or running to catch up to him, or, recently, running to chase him as he slipped away. Always, always him running to Nick, but at one a.m. in the middle of a dark street, Nick ran to him.
