Chapter 27July 4th
I climbed into Brandon’s truck and instantly felt nostalgia for Halloween, back when the biggest thing I had to worry about was whether Ricky’s soon-to-be-boyfriend was an asshole or not. Instead of being cold, sweat was pooling in my collarbones. Instead of angry at my friend, I was angry at the man who had shot her. It was the same truck, but everything else was completely different.
Brandon started the engine, and for the first time in my life I didn’t scramble to put my seat belt on before the wheels started turning. He joined the line of cars leaving the church parking lot; the procession would turn down Main Street and then loop around back to the cemetery, parading the bodies through town like a sideshow. The thought made me feel ill.
“You might want to put on
