“Taylor, honey, what’s the matter?” She sits up, pushes her back against the headboard. Tears stream down her face, her breath jittering. “What is it, sweetie?” She’s probably heard about the fire, about Pendleton. Although that’s probably upsetting, he thinks it’s something more. “It’s Dylan,” she says. This takes him aback. Dylan, one of the kids from her friend group. The attorney general’s son. Then his heart smashes to the floor: one of the kids in the video. “What about him?” “He, like, overdosed.”
