Evan.
He was summoned upstairs. To the man he's afraid of. The man with the money, the man who's been watching my house, and I watched Will take him away up into the dark of that building and I drove home not knowing if he'd come back down. I still don't know. It's the middle of the night and I have no way to find out and no right to ask and no claim on him at all, he's made that clear, stay away, stay away, and yet here I am at two in the morning with my chest aching toward wherever he is, unable to breathe right for worrying about a boy who told me to forget he exists.
I don't understand what he is to me. That's the truth of it. I've known him a handful of weeks. He's been cold to me more often than kind. He lies to my face, he keeps me at arm's length, he warns me off and won't tell m
