That night, he didn’t.
I should have noticed that. I noticed everything else.
I went back to bed.
My name is Megan Holt. I’m forty-three. I’m a dental hygienist. I’ve cleaned the teeth of half the people in Bramble Creek, and I can tell you who flosses and who lies about it.
My son, Wyatt, is fourteen.
It’s been just the two of us since the day he was born. His father isn’t part of our lives. That’s a longer story. I’ll get to it.
Wyatt and Harper Quinn had been best friends since the second grade.
She was the girl who traded him her pudding cups for his apple slices. He was the boy who walked her home every day because her house was on the way to nowhere. Pinewood Elementary. Then Fairhaven Middle. Then their first year at Fairhaven High.
Fourteen years old, and still inseparable. Same lunch table. Same bus. Same terrible taste in music.
