Chapter 18

“Hi,” I greeted everyone shakily, sitting in the chair beside Donnie’s.

Aleid nodded at me. Donnie’s father was a handsome blond in his early forties with a reddish beard. “Hey.” he said a little coldly, as usual. Try as I might, I never could get the man to warm up to me. But it was no surprise—Aleid was known to be homophobic. There were stories about him. People said he’d been quite the bully back in high school.

I’d hoped my friendship with his sister could have changed his views, but even after two years, he still wouldn’t give me the time of day.

“How are you holding up?” I asked Donnie, who was sitting stiffly in his chair. Drika was his favorite person in the world. I knew he was trying hard not to cry in front of his stoic father.

“All right,” he said, quickly looking down at his tattered paperback book. He was reading Clive Barker’s The Great and Secret Show