When Ellis opened Bryn’s door, the sound of insects was deafening. Ellis told the driver they wouldn’t be long, but his voice seemed far away to Bryn’s ears. The sun had almost set, and dusk had settled, casting its eerie gray all around. Lightning bugs winked at them as they made their way through the graveyard. It was slow going on crutches, but Bryn managed with Ellis’s help.
“You sure you know where we’re going?” Ellis asked.
If Bryn hadn’t known any better, he’d say Ellis was creeped out by the cemetery. Bryn absolutely remembered the way. There’d been a party, once upon a time, right before the awful thing had happened with Jared. Bryn had sneaked out of the house, though there really hadn’t been any need. Nobody had cared what he did. He’d driven his father’s Mercedes to the cemet
