Chapter Fifty Five That Night
Grace We take Sydney home first then Brennan. Nobody talks. Nobody has too. When we get home I get in the shower and scrub myself raw. I lie in bed and cry inconsolably. I don’t even hear my door open or Henry come in. He lies down next to me and pulls me to him. He rubs my hair and after a while I notice he’s crying too. I cling to him. I think of Sydney home alone. Or Brennan lying to his parents about what happened and where he’s been. Of our big empty home. Always absent parents. “Im glad you didn’t die.” I sniffle. He laughs. “Same to you Gracie.” He murmurs hugging me again. “I hate them. I hate that they don’t care and that they’re never here.” I say sitting up. “Me too.” “I hate that I hate them.” I laugh and he nods. I know he gets it. He always does. “Do you thin
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