“Like I said, he’ll have to go through me,” Noah said standing up tall. The way his face is set in a hard line reminds me of our dad.
“Well, you know what you have to do.”
“What?”
“Find out if mom’s going,” I said pushing him out the door. “While you do, I’m going to see if I can have another dream.”
I walked to the bed and laid down. I think about my dad and how I never knew he had dreams and helped Sheriff Silverman. I roll to my side and cover my head with my blanket to drift off to sleep.
I'm in a car. The black car with black tinted windows. I'm in the backseat. Terry looked out to his side mirror. We're parked on a street. A very familiar street. I turned back and saw Mikayla's house in the short distance. His eyes are focused on the side mirror because he's focused on the house
