Chapter Seventeen
Milo
As I pulled into the school parking lot that morning, I was already late. My mom's car was dead when she’d tried to leave for work, so I had to pull my truck around at an odd angle in our narrow gravel laneway to connect the jumper cables.
"Good thing I have a man around," she said, squeezing my arm as she got into her car.
I wasn't positive that she meant her comment to be cutting, but it was a reminder that both my father and grandfather were absent. Regardless of whether she’d wanted to hit me with her anger at them being gone, it was tiresome how she continually made it clear that her being our sole support was what made our life difficult.
I was well aware that my grandfather had left after the tragedy that had torn my family and Clara's apart, but I've nev
