Half His Age

Chapter 88

My hand’s out the window like a singer in a nineties music video. I yank my hair tie out and let my curls blow in the wind. I’m halfway to Seward, a dozen calls deep from Korgy and six from Mom, when I finally shut off my phone.

Maybe it’s all the same. Korgy and pants and YouTube and makeup and sweaters and junk food and sex. Maybe they’re all just distractions from me. But right now, me feels okay. No chaos, no turmoil, no endless list of wants. Right now, I don’t want for anything.