CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
There are always choices.
He hated it when the nasty voice in his mind said everything he tried to forget.
Yes, he had choices.
He’d made a choice that day which dictated everything that’d come after.
His stomach burned. The kid was edgy, feeling good, desperate to go out now it was dark. But he just wanted to curl up in a corner and think. It hurt to remember what he’d left behind. But without thinking about the two best people in his old life, nothing had meaning.
His fingers dug into his pocket, automatically searching for the lighter. But he’d lost it somewhere. Maybe in the leaky shed behind the church, or at the old railway where he forgot one of the blankets, although they’d been to a few other places since he last remembered using it.
‘All right, Luke.’ H
