On February 19, I was driving home from dinner to the house where I lived with Alex and Jon — my family, my brothers, and my best friends.
Jon had been missing for 10 days.
Alex and I fell in love with Jon the minute we saw him. He had a hunched, loping kind of walk and lost, island-blue eyes; I remember thinking how beautiful he looked as he walked into the gay bar where I worked. We took him into the back room and the three of us made out. A few short months later, he moved in.