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David
David. Van. Pelt.
Those words.
Those f*****g words.
I’d avoided them for so long. Put my past behind me. Hidden it, concealed it, literally court order–sealed my name away so that it would disappear into thin air. Float away like ashes from a burning building.
But I couldn’t run forever. Not from this apparently. No matter how far I ran, that name always caught up with me. And, now, it was here. In Lubbock, Texas. Ruining everything again.
It wasn’t enough that my father was in prison for God only knew how long. Or that my mother had been implicated in the family bullshit but managed to stay out of jail. Or that Katherine sided with them and not me. None of it mattered. Only my last name. Seven f*****g letters that crashed a bulldozer through the Wright party.
Silence foll
