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Chapter 4 After a few weeks, Matt and Mikey had exchanged a few e-mails, but nothing specific. Families were doing OK, and the rest was just banter. Matt wanted to talk to him about life, about Rachel, about Mikey's life in Maryland, about anything but mundane crap -- but Matt felt so awkward. To Matt, in certain ways, Mikey was still a little kid. Clearly though, these e-mail exchanges were the highlights of Matt's day. Cohen started to pick up on it, but her inquiries were shut down, and

Chapter 3 "So how was Thanksgiving?" Melissa said, as she unpacked the box of completed work. She wondered when he possibly could have done it -- and then she looked at the ridiculous notes scribbled everywhere. Clearly it was late at night. Matt's thoughts were everywhere but the office. He looked right at his assistant, but took a few seconds before he responded, "It was good, Cohen, thanks! It was weird, I ran into this old friend and it was like seeing a ghost from the past." Matt imm

Two guys reconnect after almost a decade of growth and tragedy. Trying to let go of the past is more difficult than it seems.

Chapter 2 Matt flew back, as did most of Rachel's close high school friends. It didn't do much good, but there was strength in numbers. The school held a memorial, but Matt left after a few minutes. It felt hollow. The story Matt got after a day or two is that Rachel's car ran through a red light in their hometown. She was back to pick up some extra winter clothes, and agreed to pick up Mikey from his first high school dance. It was a road she knew well, and the light had been there forev

Chapter 1 November 2013 Matt looked around his messy office. "What the hell is going on with me today?" he wondered, and tried to clear a path to the hardwood underneath -- in other words, Freedom. It was the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, he had a four-hour drive that was getting longer by the minute (damn traffic), and he could not un-fog his mind enough to get simple things done and get on the road. Matthew James Taylor III, so his nameplate said, was an ill-fit for a big law firm. His

"Uncle Matty Uncle Mikey you're here you're here you're here!!!!" Matt Taylor walked into his parents' house holding luggage and bags of presents -- so his little nephew Ian, 3 years (and 10 months!) old, jumped into Matt's husband's arms instead. Matt (or MJ or MJT or Three -- he had a lot of nicknames) watched his Mike, his newly minted husband, grab Ian in his arms and hoist him up toward the ceiling. For a quick moment, MJ's sister looked at him with a scared/horrified look, but as soon