Chapter 21March was almost over. The next day was Saturday. I had been very anti-social since Jacob died. I talked to my parents more and tried to visit them. Morgan even talked to her parents more. My parents both cried when they saw my tattoo.
“You have a piece of him to carry with you wherever you go,” Mom said.
Morgan and I couldn’t remember exactly when, but we knew it was sometime close to the anniversary of our first kiss, even though we didn’t become a couple until months later. We decided to celebrate by doing acid, just the two of us. We had never done that before.
As we were sitting on the couch, waiting for it to kick in, Morgan said, “I’m so glad I got that position at work. I was thinking we’d have to get another roommate.”
I grimaced. “Hell no. We wouldn’t be able to do
