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AUDREY
I stared at him as he turned onto a narrow road. I wondered if it was someone’s property or a service access for the National Forest. Either way, there was no one around for miles. His words had stunned me into silence and made me think all kinds of things. Murder? Had he run over them with a tractor?
“What do you mean you killed your parents?” I finally asked. With my window open, the breeze caught on my hair, and I tucked it back behind my ear.
He didn’t look my way, just stayed quiet and focused on the rutted road.
“Boyd,” I prompted, setting my hand on his thigh. The muscle clenched beneath my fingers, and I tried to move my hand away, but he grabbed it, pressed it back in place. He didn’t let go.
“I’m not talking about this in the truck. They’ve been gone for a long ti
