Fifty-Eight: ReedI had no frame of moral reference for what to do. I wanted to wait outside of the Stone's house for Hunter to get home, but every part of me knew if he was gone longer than it took to just drop off Rowyn safely at her door, I was going to have some sort of breakdown. I wanted to climb out of my skin and leave it sitting on the side of the road. I needed to be somewhere else, someone else, anyone else.
I sat in my car in front of my house, idling for probably longer than was good for the environment. The heat was off, the stereo was off, and I was trying to turn my brain off. I took a deep breath in, but all that came out was a roar that burned my throat upon exit. I screamed and my hands attempted to rip the steering wheel from its resting place. A choked sob followed, an
