Just don’t go home tonight.”
Before I could grab his sleeve, he stood up.
For weeks I’d watched him move like his joints hurt; now he walked away steady, newspaper under his arm, disappearing into the snow.
I stood there on the sidewalk, heart pounding, feeling insane.
Logically, he could be unstable.
But he’d known my name.
That I had a sister.
He’d said Evan’s name like it cost him something.
I got on the bus.
When my stop came, I stayed seated.
I rode to my sister’s neighborhood instead.
Meghan opened the door in leggings and fuzzy socks.
“Claire? What’s going on?”
“Can I stay here tonight?” I asked. “I don’t want to be at the house.”
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