24
BOYD
“You wanna tell me what the f**k is going on?” Rob asked, walking up behind me. “You’ve been a sulky fucker for days now.”
I’d been pitching rocks at a telephone pole for the past three hours. Pitching them so hard I’d embedded hundreds of stones into the wood, so it looked like it had been turned into a mosaic. I leaned against the fence, one foot propped up on the bottom rail. My hat was tipped back, and I’d heard him walking over from the house, but I’d ignored him. I couldn’t do that now, the nosy asshole.
Two days. I’d poured my heart out to Audrey in a letter. When she didn’t answer that one, I’d written another. I’d keep writing them until she answered. I was trying to do the right thing, to tell her the truth, to give her everything I couldn’t say aloud. Everything I wi
