Chapter 52

“Oh no. I poked holes in the lid. And when I was asleep, my mom or my dad would sneak in, and they would release them. I never minded. I didn’t want to keep them prisoner for long anyway. But I still have fine memories of drifting off to sleep as I watched the lightning bugs flitting around in my jar.”

“You sound like you had good parents.”

“Oh, I did. But I lost them early on. Remember? I told you before. They died in a car crash. I was twelve.” Mac looked away. “I don’t like to talk about it.”

“Sure. I’m sorry, Mac.”