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I spent the rest of the day in a shitty mood. Every time I’d looked at Kyle, I’d tried to gauge his feelings. Figure out what was going on behind the stares he shared, the polite-but-no-longer-close tone he offered any time he had to speak to me. On top of that, Dad had been back on site when I got there and acting like he’d never left. He might have convinced me, if he hadn’t seemed to only work for the rest of the afternoon on whatever I wasn’t.
Nothing quite like being made to feel like a leper by one’s own family.
Due to the dry weather, we ended up staying on an extra hour, too, and by the time I left the site, I’d had my fill of being avoided, of feeling like nobody wanted to be around me.
After speeding ahead of the others to beat them all home, I parked up my bike, removed my
