7
MARI
I worried about what had become of Zac all day long. The end of my shift couldn’t have come soon enough.
Not sure where to check first—the jail, his work, his house—I decided to begin where I knew he lived with his mamá. But it looked empty there, and no one answered the door when I knocked. Then, I lingered around the courthouse for a while, but when I finally grew the nerve to enter and ask about him, I learned he’d been released hours ago.
Harvey’s shop was my last resort. When I spotted him inside the garage, next to the raised hood of a truck and wiping his hands on a grease rag, I’d never been so relieved in all my life. I dashed forward, needing to feel him physically to completely assure myself he was okay.
As I drew near, he lifted his hands, trying to tell me he was t
