Chapter Twenty-TwoIt's much easier to jump the fence than I anticipated. Brock knows the one and only place to cross that allows us to land on the lawn, rather than on one of the many rose bushes that line the fence's edge. I'm forced to swallow the question of how he's privy to this information. The thought of the obvious answer sickens me. Kam doesn't seem to be fazed in the slightest.
On the contrary, he appears to be enjoying herself. The excitement of what lies ahead swirls around her – like a fluffy little cloud would the sun on a nice day. I can see joy in her eyes, and the twitch of her lip as she holds back a full grin. I guess all it took was one drunken puke, and a solid outburst of tears for her to get over our father's murder. Brock shows up and she's a changed woman, it's di
