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THE LAST THING ALEX wants to do the next morning is get in their rental car and drive from his mother’s house to his high school. The house he was leaving then was different, but it’s too familiar and feels too much like everything he ran away from when he pulled out of this street and onto I-67 to head west, leaving Indiana behind in the dust where it belonged, forever.
The school is smaller than he remembers and even older and sadder looking. He feels immensely self-conscious of the car as he pulls into the parking lot. It’s a rental, a few years old and grubby from the roads here but still so much nicer than anything else here.
Margaret had been the one to make most of the arrangements with the school, and part of the agreement had been no cameras allowed. That had been one of Ale
