Nolan had little memory of those first several minutes of driving. He was sobbing one minute and screaming and punching his steering wheel the next. He had made the drive to Sutton’s Mill in no time flat, but Rick’s truck wasn’t at home. Nolan tried beating on the door, but he knew no one was home before he even tried. He went to all the places he knew Rick to go, which was an embarrassingly small list of places, having only known his best friend’s dad for a short amount of time.
“f**k this,” Nolan said aloud. He needed to talk this out with an actual person and he turned his car around and drove to her as fast as he could.
As usual, the parking situation near Toni’s apartment building was impossible. After several trips around the neighborhood Nolan parked a block away in a fire hydrant
