Nick was right up on him now. The light from the Zippo casting his face in a hellish glow. “I found the truth, is what I found. I found the body. Matty’s dead, kid. I wish this place would’ve killed me, too, but it won’t let me die. It emptied me out. Filled me up. Painted me the black of fire-char, the red of blood. This is home for me, now. I’m home. I’m home.”
