Chapter 10Snow falling soundlessly in the middle of the night
will always fill my heart with sweet clarity.
—Novala Takemoto
Theo was leaning against the brick wall in the alley behind the old post office. He’d picked up a baseball bat at the sports shop on the way over—blue. There hadn’t been blue bats when he was a kid.
Dave was living across the street—run-down flats so dark and gloomy Theo probably would’ve turned evil too had he lived there. Not that it was an excuse. There was nothing worse than people who didn’t take responsibility for their actions. In this day and age, all you had to have was one crappy parent, and then you’d be forgiven every misdeed you ever committed.
He looked around. Dave should’ve been here by now if he’d gone directly home after work. Theo shivered. Th
