Blake's P.O.V

Why did you buy my brother a dog? WTF dude?

Ignoring the message, for as good an idea as it had seemed at the time, was only a short-term resolve. Like a stone in my pocket, the weight of the text had been with me all day, a sinking abyss that had been trying to pull me under.

And it had so very nearly succeeded.

The date with Oz, if I wanted to blow my own trumpet, had been a success; it had been as close to perfection as my imagination could stretch. Yet, it had almost been cancelled. Morals, the tricky little fuckers that they were, had...