It would take them an hour to get back home. Live Oak was a blip on the map—a place you drove past and thought, Oh, how quaint, before blowing through without a second thought. It was the kind of place people ran from, the kind of place that was heavy with dark secrets and strange people—strange because they stayed there, somehow having found a way to survive in a nowhere town. But Jack loved Louisiana, from the bridges that stretched over swampland, to the long gray moss that hung from ancient trees like a tangle of witch’s hair. Most averted their eyes, avoiding the dilapidated houses that
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