Chapter Thirty-One
Eight Years AgoThree days later, the pain in St. Sebastian’s lip was gone and his skin was nearly free of Auden’s art.
He was miserable.
He was also packing for Texas. Turns out his mother’s answer to keeping fear from infecting his life was to send him to Dallas to finish school. Back to where it was hot and sunny and crowded, to where he’d have an army of cousins to defend him anywhere he went.
He hated her for sending him away from Auden.
He loved her for giving him an excuse to run away.
She left that evening to go to her monthly Thorncombe Historical Society meeting—the only group of people who seemed to like the American journalist who somehow washed up onto their shores and had a child with Augie’s brother—and St. Sebastian only debated for a few minutes a
