“I went looking for you, okay? Happy now? But I didn’t have a number, and I didn’t know where you’d gone. So I hitchhiked around, hoping I’d run into you, or someone who knew you, but I never did.” Jamison sighs.
“And that brought you here? And no, I’m not happy any of this happened.” Travis growls slightly.
“No, I settled in a town, worked for people who didn’t care about my age. Applied for my GED when I was eighteen, did some college classes. But, ah, I was living with someone, and they left, stole all my savings, pissed off my employer, caused a heap of trouble. So I drove till my car ran out of gas and found this place. Got a job here, a room in town, and decided to start again. And that’s the whole sorry story.”
“Some roommate? Or a girlfriend stole your money?” Travis asks, feeli
