A Taste of Spring

Dez felt the sting of betrayal pulse through him. He took a step back. He lifted his hand to his mouth then lowered it.

"Yeah, I paid her," Fallon announced again.

He didn't have to repeat it. Dez got it the first time. He understood Fallon loud and clear. Spring was paid to "lift his spirits..."

The first step he took felt clumsy and sluggish, but as he took the second and third he attempted to move with more precision. Dez pulled open the office door. He heard conversation around him, he noticed people standing in the aisles, watching him as he walked by them.

"Lover's quarrel," Percy sneered as he passed.

The sound of a commotion going on behind him didn't halt Dezmond's steps. Gasps and the sounds of furniture being moved didn't stop him. He thought he even heard Fallon calling his name but he didn't turn back. None of it mattered. Fallon no longer mattered.

She was paid.

(I'm a fool.)

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FIVE HOURS LATER

The drive to his parent's home in upstate New York didn't even register. Hell, the truth was, Dez didn't remember the trip in its entirety. He didn't recall stopping at red lights or even merging onto the highway. All he was aware of was pulling up along the curb in front of his childhood home and parking where he still sat, staring at his steering wheel.

The sound of tapping jolted Dez to attention. He turned to see his father bent over looking at him through the driver's window.

you going to sit

am I even doing

out of the

his seat belt. He waited until his father backed up before he

said as he extended his hand.

hand. It was the way Marcel

mother is brewing some coffee. She made her famous cinnamon buns," Marcel said as

dining table with his hands around his coffee mug. His head hung. His chest

have called," Marcel whispered in

one of those people who lacked the ability to speak

"Shh, he'll hear you."

as he lifted

Rey walked over to the table with one of her cinnamon buns. She placed it in front of Dez then sat across from him.

happened?" she

he started but

boy, is she pregnant?" Marcel demanded

She and Fallon lied to me. Apparently, she's an escort and he hired her...to get me out of my 'funk'." Dez even threw up the quotation marks when

the silence in the room was longer than he expected. Both his parents should be all over this, giving their conservative opinions

was peering at him like he'd grown a horn between his ears. His father seemed somewhat annoyed but not shocked or angry.

he

as she stood. She