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.

going to sit

I even doing here? he asked himself.

out of the

he undid his seat belt. He waited until his father backed up before he opened the car door and

his father said as he extended

was the way Marcel Rey

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

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

Marcel whispered in the background. "We could have

from shaking his head. His father was one of those people who lacked the ability to speak quietly. And to be talking about what he thought they

"Shh, he'll hear you."

as he lifted his mug

the table with one of her cinnamon buns.

happened?" she asked.

started but

is she pregnant?"

an escort and he hired her...to get me

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

grown a horn between his ears. His father seemed somewhat annoyed but not shocked or

he

screeching sound as she stood. She said nothing