“I can rearrange the schedule if you want.” “No. I need to get out of here. I need something to look forward to,” Colton said. And that little-boy look was back, Colton’s eyes big and wide and scared. Nick saw Colton’s isolation in his bedroom for what it could become if Colton wasn’t careful: depression and anger and frustration that metastasized, turned inward, became destructive.
