It’s true in more ways than one, but I know he’s got to get it out, so I let Duke tell me about how he found my shoes and socks, the rock where I crushed my foot and the blood there. He tells me about search parties and sniffing dogs and news crews and reporters and people lining up in straight rows and combing the woods for me, Jason yelling himself hoarse. He needs to do it, needs to show me how hard he tried to make up for what went wrong.
