Chapter 8

“Where is she now?”

“I don’t know.”

“Jesus Christ, Luke. I can’t even…”

“Where were you?” Lucas blurted, with the first hint of anger Noah heard from him since he arrived.

Noah was happy to hear it. He deserved it. But he didn’t know how to answer the question.

Lucas didn’t give him the chance to pull his staggered thoughts together before he launched into his own rant. “I tried to understand, I did. When the entire goddamned town thought I was trying to kidnap my ownchild, and I didn’t have a friend in the world, I tried to understand why you were gone. You couldn’t send me a card? You couldn’t call just to say hey? And I thought maybe I’d never see you again, and I could come to terms with that because I thought I knew why. So why are you back now?”

“I didn’t think you’d want to see me.”

“Why? Why wouldn’t I want to see you?”

“Because…” Noah swallowed around the lump in his throat. “Because of what I did.”

Now Lucas looked more perplexed than angry. “What did you do?”