The driver’s license exam is only given one day a week. It’s another of the 4,724 reasons I want to escape this town.
Hamilton’s mother leads me back into the kitchen, encouraging me to sit and enjoy my tea. She fixes a glass and joins me at the table. My eyes squint as they follow the slow movement of her hand pushing a blue envelope toward me.
“What’s this?”
“All I know is Hamilton asked me to pass this to you after he left today.” Her warm smile and brown eyes remind me of her son. I fear everything will remind me of him in the months to come.