”
Emily’s voice was weak, but it landed.
Nathan sat again.
She touched his hand.
“He was scared of us, Nathan. Not because we did anything. Because people like us make boys like him feel small without even trying.”
Nathan looked wounded.
Good, she thought.
Let it hurt.
Some truths should.
“I want to find him,” she said. “Quietly. Carefully. And when we do, continue reading …
