Chapter 147

Except there were these huge stacks of boxes between the sofa and him.

“What the hell?”

Andy, coming in behind him, sagged and groaned. “I almost forgot about that shit. It’s all the stuff Mom sent. I don’t want to fuck with it tonight. Can we just stick them in the spare rooms and forget about them for a while?”

There was a sudden, intense pressure in Scooter’s chest, a bodiless fist reaching in to grab hold of his lungs and squeeze all the breath out. “I uh…” There was no reason for him to feel like Andy’d just stabbed him. His brain worked feverishly. He couldn’t…hadn’t opened that door. Not for months. More than a year now, almost two. “Um. Mace’s room probably has some space.”

“Enough for all this? Well, we can see.” He didn’t move, though, as if waiting. When Scooter just looked at him, he raised his eyebrows. “Which one is it?”