No Return

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Casey told Wes to give him thirty minutes and he’d call back. Wes moved into the shade in front of the store, but still close enough to hear the phone if it rang.

He knew this was all his fault. Nothing would have happened at all if he’d just stayed in L.A. His dad had told him not to come back. Had insisted, actually. And for seventeen years Wes had stayed away.

He ran a hand through his hair, the desert breeze blowing around him. Then, like now … if he’d only walked away.

Sometimes the right thing isn’t the easy thing. His father’s voice, often silent, but always there.

Gee, thanks, Dad.

But the voice was right. He could never have walked away. Not now, and certainly not then.