A breeze cuts across my face, which is still damp with tears, and as I stare at him, standing there, his hand on the back of his neck, the wind making his loose T-shirt flap, his face frozen in a pained expression, I know he’s thinking about Maddie. I know he’s thinking about diving headfirst into the Ohio River. I know he’s thinking about dying.
— Nov 21, 2020 03:45AM
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