Chapter 16

“You’ve been wearing it this whole time?” Terrell eventually asked.

He nodded. “Yeah, just—uh, under my shirt. I didn’t know what to say to your cousins if they saw it, so…”

“You could just tell them I gave it to you.”

Dakota laughed dismissively. Did Terrell really think it was that simple? “I could handle that part. It’s the next question that gets tricky. I have your magic necklace. Why do I have it? What the hell do I say to that?”

Terrell shifted his position abruptly, bringing his right foot up and resting it on his other knee. He kept his head down. It was a posture he often took when he was alone with Dakota. As though, sometime in the past, his family members noticed this sort of meek behavior and endeavored to correct it. He kept his head up for them, but not for Dakota. Because he didn’t ask it of him. Absently, the fingers on Terrell’s left hand began picking at the rubber edges of his old white sneaker.