Nathan
I didn’t pull out of the car right away when we got to the house. Actually, it was more like I couldn't.
Instead, I let the engine hum quietly, my hands resting on the wheel, my eyes shifting to the boy sitting in the passenger seat beside me. Matt was staring at his lap again, his fingers picking at a loose thread on his hoodie, his face carefully blank, but I knew his mind was racing.
My mind would be racing as well right now if I was in his shoes, and I would be nothing but anxious.
I had been watching him long enough to recognize that look; the one that said he was turning things over in his head, worrying about the consequences that were still to come.
He was waiting for the next part of the evening, the part where he had to face Eleanor and tell her everything, and he
