Chapter Twenty-Eight
It’s late when I walk out of Fuller with a blanket wrapped around me. Tania’s friend came to fetch her and drive her home, and Carmen gave me another speech about what an awful person Noah Ferreira is. Then I went to bed with all that information buzzing around my head, even though I knew the chance of finding sleep would be slim.
So I make my way to mem stone, the place I always go to when I need to think. As I approach it, I stare at the letters on the side of the stone. IN MEMORIAM, 1914 - 1918, 1939 - 1945. I’ve seen the words before, of course, but I’ve never thought about them. Never thought about what this stone actually represents. I’ve walked past it hundreds of times, sat on it many nights while contemplating my trivial life problems, but I’ve never realise
