He stands at the grave, staring down sullenly. Breathing deeply to offset tears, his feet shuffle in the darkness. He bites the inside of his lip, unsure.
They…Jeff, they found him in the bathroom. Dead. Dead, okay? Blood, pills…he wanted to die.
…what?
Patty sinabi it was all the stress he was under, from the jobs and the shows and trying to see his kids and be a good husband in between.
Would it make any sense to tell them? Would the secret affair make life easier or harder? Was understanding worth the conscience it would sacrifice?
Would they ever talk to Jeff again? It was his fault, after all.
Honey... he had begun We can’t get married. You’re already married.
We’re cheating anyway!
I…I don’t want to marry you.
That was Jeff’s only good-bye.
They…Jeff, they found him in the bathroom. Dead. Dead, okay? Blood, pills…he wanted to die.
…what?
Patty sinabi it was all the stress he was under, from the jobs and the shows and trying to see his kids and be a good husband in between.
Would it make any sense to tell them? Would the secret affair make life easier or harder? Was understanding worth the conscience it would sacrifice?
Would they ever talk to Jeff again? It was his fault, after all.
Honey... he had begun We can’t get married. You’re already married.
We’re cheating anyway!
I…I don’t want to marry you.
That was Jeff’s only good-bye.
And now Harmontown was going to Nashville, in the same area where Chip was filming.
Walking down the kalye with his hands in his pockets, heading toward the bar, Jeff had no time for people. Something, like a godly string, pulled his head off the pavement and directed his eyes to the window of a van passing by.
In the window his gaze was met with the blue-eyed stare of his ex-beloved.
And all the feelings rushed back.