So it came down to this. Dawn and I sitting in the porch, with Emory and Finley. The clock had just ticked eleven pm. And each of us had a bottle of beer in our hands. Many times, I claimed I didn't drink, that I didn't like the taste of alcohol, yet here I was, after two beers and the third one in hand, staring at the sky, an hour before midnight. My heart shrinking each second, and I was sure that the next day, there wasn't going to be a heart, but a dark pit, pumping blood to keep a corpse alive.
It had been six days since any of us heard from Dylan and Aiden. We tried calling Savvy and Aaron but none of them answered our calls. Any connection we had with them was worthless. And the nerves weren't of much help. Emory and Finley tried to comfort us, and be supportive, but they didn't kn
