Chapter 15Zach was back in the middle of the group who were packing up to head back down the mountain. Pleading with Jones, begging him not to go. Adam couldn’t think of anything else to say and knew it wouldn’t help anyway. So he’d found a sun-warmed rock to sit on and look back down into the basin.
Perhaps he should be over there with Zach, supporting him. But he supported him by staying with him, going on climbing. Actions speak louder than words, his dad often said. Usually to annoy Mom when she accused him of having all the conversational skills of a stuffed dummy. Adam resembled the women of his family more in that regard; he was a talker. But today he felt silent.
“Hi.” Torres sat down on the rock beside him.
“Come to say good-bye?” He had no bitterness or accusation in his tone.
