Chapter 65
don’t chastise her. I don’t have the luxury. It’s dark by the time our tires crunch over my dad’s worn gravel driveway. Finally, thankfully, the old car heaves to a stop. Exhausted, I allow the engine to die. The silence afterward feels like the vacuum of space. “Home again, home again, jiggity-jog,” I whisper. In the passenger seat, Nolan is asleep on Hild’s lap, his head resting on her bony shoulder. Hild’s eyes are open and her face is set. She looks strong, a tough angel under a mop of dark hair. Her eyes scan back and forth across the yard in a way that worries me. The details emerge for me, too. There are tire marks on the lawn. The screen door yawns open in the breeze, slapping the house. The cars are gone from the garage. No lights are on inside the house. Part of the wooden f
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