too tired of it all to try and make
up a lie. “No. She was right.”
Despite the Lexus’s luxury, I have
become extremely uncomfortable.
Oh, well. Fabrication is useless.
I launch the story, omitting only the parts
about making love beneath the stars
and Kyle’s farewell to the monster.
Grandpa Scott absorbs it all
in silence. When I finish, he thinks
about things, then spends some
time crafting his comments.
Running away is never a good
decision, Summer. There has
to be a better answer, though
to tell you the truth, I’m not sure
what it is. Let’s get through today
as best we can, then make
some decisions tomorrow.
This should be interesting.
I point as we pass the place where
Kyle and I plunged off the highway
yesterday. Last night’s heavy
snowfall has covered most
of the evidence of the accident.
“You can’t even tell it happened,”
I muse. What I don’t say is how
scary that is. If circumstances
were just a little different,
we could still be down there, buried