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Come on, Adam thought, eyes closed, slouched in the truck seat, drifting but not quite falling through darkness. I know you’re there.
He had a notion that Virgil was almost within reach, but where? Adam sank deeper, but the strain intensified, like he’d left a piece of himself behind as an anchor and that piece was about to snap.
But instead of Virgil, Adam found the voice. Or rather, the voice found him, as it had last night.
You sure you want to be here? ‘Cause you’re playing with the big boys now.
The space around Adam grew warm, and his throat throbbed.
What is it you’re looking for? Or better yet, WHY are you looking? That’s what makes all the difference. Do you want to know my why?
A sudden tug in his chest, like his heart was being threaded through the eye of a needle, too
