Chapter 80

If Dan hears the crisp rustle of the leaves, he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t come over to me, doesn’t wrap his arms around my shoulders, doesn’t pull me into a strong embrace. He just stands there, waiting. For what, me to come to him? I need him now, can’t he see that? I need him to love me, I need his words to drown out Stephen’s, his lips to erase the thin press of my friend’s mouth still caught in the corner of mine. I’m not strong, he knowsthis. I need him to tell me I didn’t just throw away the last bit of Sugar Creek that meant anything to me. First Aunt Evie, then Stephen. After the funeral on Wednesday, I have no reason to come back here ever again.

So who do I blame for that?

“I was in the middle of something,” he says softly. I look up and take in the set of his chin, the thin line his lips make, the hard glint to his eyes. Like he’s mad at me. Like he has reasonto be. “I was on my way, babe. I had to finish up—”