Chapter 7
Evan’s nearly empty backpack banged against his shins every few steps, but he didn’t bother slinging it onto his back. The early spring weather was just warm enough that it made him feel way too hot. As he walked toward home with Anne silent beside him, he enjoyed the hot sun on his face after a terribly long and cold winter.
He’d grown used to the sound of his own voice on these walks over the last few months, and the lack of any response from his friend. Evan talked about his day, all the trivial little details he was sure no one else in the world would want to hear. From the second he’d parted company with Anne that same morning, he filled in all the minutes and hours in between.
Each class, every conversation, even the thoughts that wandered through his mind when he was bo
