Chapter 5So, Wyatt’s meeting with Izzy turned out to be less about cupcakes and awkward conversation and more about panic attacks and the realization that the guy used drugs. Which was…which was his business, except for where it was also Justin’s business too, and probably also the business of whichever parole officer who watched over Izzy’s file. It wasn’t Wyatt’s business, was the point. And he knew—he knew—that Izzy only said weed, and weed was like barely anything, and Wyatt didn’t believe that stuff about it being a gateway drug…except he also remembered what weed smelled like. Strange that he couldn’t remember his mom’s face, but the smell of weed, even just a trace of it in a crowd, could take him straight back to that small, dirty house in Oregon when he was small and dirty too. Sm
