Pushing the keyboard back, Thomas rested his elbows on the edge of the student desk he sat at and rubbed at his tired eyes. Too much information and not enough of the hopeful kind. He’d scrolled through directories and forums in search of anything remotely local and came up with exactly nothing. Apparently, people in remote corners of the state just put up with their problems on their own rather than sought out help from others. He was pretty sick of that kind of stoic blindness.
He would probably have better luck farther south, but traveling to Muskegon or Grand Rapids on the vague hope that he’d find somebody who understood what he was going through and could actually help left him tired just thinking about. Andre was the only one who might be willing to listen—scratch that, he was sure
