Days flew by sooner than he expected. Before he knew it, three days were left to the end of the school year and most students he'd passed by talked about how they had already began to pack up. Sawyer was suddenly consumed by dread. Any minute now, Toby or even more directly, his father would call him to know what his plan is. He had none. He was just leaving his room when he heard another excited student talking about packing. Damn.
Then it occurred to him. Instead of going to his house or the summer house where he is supposed to go, he'd just go to his aunt's. But... it was almost just as bad. He could imagine his mom walking out the house and Peggy running across the living room. This place. This room, this school is the only place he felt safe from what he was sure would haunt him. H
