He spent most of his nights on the chair. The thought of sleeping in the bed where he and Mitch had shared Leah cut him to the core. The bed was filled with so many loving memories. Sleeping in the bed without his two friends felt wrong.
It had been days since he’d had a good night’s sleep.
Their time was running out. Chase knew it. Mitch clearly knew it, and from the look of Leah, she was already prepared to move on.
“We have to do something,” Mitch said on the third Friday night they were alone.
“What do you think we should do? Confront her? Demand that she listen to us?”
Chase stared at the clock watching the hands turn as the minutes passed.
“I don’t know what we should do. Sitting around waiting for it all to end is a nightmare.”
They both jumped as Leah walked through the door. It had been a week since he’d last seen her. She didn’t look healthy.
In the few weeks it had been since that bloody Friday night, she looked like she’d lost weight. There were dark circles under her eyes. He noticed the way her shoulders slumped in defeat.
“I didn’t pick up the movies,” she said, staring at them.
“Are you all right?” Mitch asked.
Leah nodded her head. From the red look of her eyes, it looked like she’d been crying.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m tired. I’m going to skip dinner. I don’t feel very hungry.”
They nodded their heads. She moved toward the bathroom and closed the door.
Chase frowned staring at Mitch.
“She doesn’t look healthy.”
He agreed with his friend’s assessment. She looked awful and tired. It looked like she’d caught several illnesses all in one.
Chase made a note to try to talk to her. It was Friday, and if he was up in time he’d try to stop her from leaving. She shouldn’t be going to work looking that ill.