Chapter 7
ALICE GAVE me a few places and names before I escorted her next door and handed her to her friend Ceren, another young teen with bright blue hair. Before, kids dressed outlandishly to assert their independence. Ceren was alone now. I couldn’t imagine who or what she was declaring independence from. Leaving a traumatized teen with a traumatized friend wasn’t the greatest idea, but excluding traumatized people would rule out everyone.
The questions of how Doug had transformed gave me something to aim for, and Kevin’s years of experience told me how to reach it. The idea of useful work didn’t fill the void within me, but anesthetized a small part of the endless ache.
If I was going to investigate this, I needed a notebook. Writing everything down starts as an annoying chore, but
