8 Joe
When my eyes popped open later that morning the clock said it was 10:37. Thankfully, the sun was out, so I knew I hadn’t spent the entire day hiding under the blankets, but for the first time in a very long time I didn’t want to. I glanced at the pillow next to me and could swear I saw the slightest indentation still there and knew it was Luke’s.
Seeing him was crazy, like the universe was countering the fuckedupness of my narcissistic mother with the selfless boy I’d known so long ago, before the adult world ruined everything. And damn, how I wished I could go back in time and do things differently.
I’d rarely told my whole story to anyone, but whenever I did the other person would exclaim something along the lines of, “But you told the truth! That’s what’s important!” What a pri
