Chapter 17: Butterflies and Pulled StitchesJason had butterflies in his belly—not pleasant ones. He didn’t know how to celebrate Easter. What if the people of Nortown thought he was an i***t? What if he did something he wasn’t supposed to do? He didn’t even know how to tap eggs, though the word gave him a pretty good idea.
Biscuit was bouncing around in Jason’s lap, oblivious to the strained silence in the car. Tom had an almost desperate hold on the steering wheel, and Jason wondered what had made the happiness he’d seen during breakfast go away. He didn’t know why. He shouldn’t care, but he wanted Tom to smile again.
“You okay?”
Tom didn’t look at him, simply grunted, and turned off the main road towards the forest. “About last night…”
Jason’s gut tightened. “Yeah?”
“You can’t tell
