Chapter 8

“What the hell happened?” he asked again.

Charlie shook her head. “Life?”

“Yeah,” Aaron said, staring out into the back yard, where the afternoon light was making everything turn golden. He shook his head and snorted. “Life.” 3

Quinn replied to a text from his mom while trying to make himself cognizant enough again. He’d slept surprisingly well, maybe because the town was quiet and he knew he could take most things it could throw at him.

Besides, he was pretty sure he’d know if Jimmy wanted to try and take him out. The previous day had proved that he could still read his cousin—a thing that had kept Quinn safe that last summer in town. He put his phone on the worn-out Formica table and forced himself to eat the toast he’d made.