Chapter 4“So, you and your friend fell out?” Lizzie asked before Troy could even buckle his seat belt.
Troy didn’t like the emphasis on the word friend. He sighed. “Don’t wanna talk about it.”
To Troy’s surprise, Lizzie’s next question was, “Where’s Mom’s car?”
“Wykon.” Troy gave her the address.
“How’s he getting back there?”
“Bus.”
She frowned. “Buses don’t go to Wykon.”
That got Troy’s attention. His heart rate picked up. Would Beck be okay? How would he get home?
“Can you drive past the bus stop?”
“Already thought of that, little brother.” She flipped on the turn signal.
Beck wasn’t at the bus stop, and Troy’s panic increased. He bet, with the increase in adrenaline, he’d be able to fly. Maybe that’d be better; he’d be more able to spot Beck from the air.
“He could have hail
