““Isolation. Desperation. It fit Edgard’s mood, not only today, but for the last year. Gruffly, Trevor said, “Thanks.” “You’re welcome.” Silence filled the truck cab. So many things had been left unsaid. Again. Maybe they were doomed to be stuck at that impasse. Unable to go back; unwilling to move forward. The events of last night seemed so far away, in that surreal state where Edgard questioned whether it’d really happened.””
