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The sun blazed down in that blinding way it had, over the equipment of the construction site the next day, but I could have been smack in the middle of a hurricane and I wouldn’t have cared.
Neither did I care that the rest of the pack had stripped down to just T-shirts, and even those had sweat drenching the backs, as they dug and carried, and mixed, and built—while I just paced around as though clueless about what to do.
Forty-two hours since Brook walked out of my house, and I still hadn’t heard from her. My hands shook every time I checked my phone, like an addict in withdrawal, and I knew if I left it much longer, I’d c***k.
Or c***k up.
It took all of five minutes before I couldn’t take any more.
A quick check of the others assured me of their preoccupation, and I strode fro
