The week before finals.
Even the morning after prom, when Noah looked like he hadn’t slept at all.
I recognized him from a few holiday visits.
He went.
Two weeks ago, Mr. Vance died.
Aaron knocked on our door himself.
I recognized him from a few holiday visits.
He looked exhausted.
Noah came downstairs when he heard his name.
“I’m Aaron,” he said.
“I know.”
He glanced toward our garage.
“Is Noah home?”
Noah came downstairs when he heard his name.
Aaron swallowed.
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