CHAPTER 2
SOL
Why is there a big version of the kid from the photo on Dad’s nightstand here? The one with the two of them smiling side by side?
And why does he keep looking at me like that?
Does he know who I am? Is he going to call Dad to come get me?
He’s going to be so mad. All this is my fault.
If only I’d listened when he told me those kids weren’t good people. If only I’d headed straight home that day.
But no.
I didn’t listen, and I didn’t do what I was supposed to.
And now I’m broken.
What’s the point anymore? I wish they’d never found me.
Maybe then it wouldn’t hurt so much.