Chapter 15SilenceFinnTommy went inside to talk to Reese and I sat on the porch, waiting. Silence was again in my head. I didn’t fight it. I willingly drifted back to the first time I laid eyes on Silence Harper. It was a memory I frequented.
She was mounted on the baseball field. At first glance, I thought she was some pretty boy or a fierce girl. Her blond hair was cut short. She wore a plain black T-shirt and jeans that were ripped at the knees. Her green eyes squinted back at me, clenching the bat like she knew what she was doing.
“What’s your name?” I called out, trying to figure out if she was a girl.
“Silence!” she called back. I thought she was telling me to shut up.
I pushed, “C’mon, just tell me your name.”
With a small, but high-wattage grin, she told me, “Just throw the bal
