Mason was supposed to come home in time for Thanksgiving, but he decided to extend his stay in rehab. Is it wrong that I’m relieved that I won’t have to face him before I leave? We haven’t talked. Not since the hospital. Waylon said I could call him, but I’ve yet to build up the courage. I’m worried I’ll somehow fuck with his progress. Okay, fine, I’m just being a coward. I’m worried if I tell him I’m going to college—leaving Shiloh–I’ll lose my courage to go. This way, I won’t have to face him until it’s already too late. I’ll be gone.
