perhaps, doubted my belief. My faith.
But I didn’t. I believed Ben was telling the truth.
Did that also mean I had to believe Ben about Dylan?
I was torn in half. My head pounded. My heart ached.
“Dylan said he didn’t think you knew the girl was there,” I said, wondering if the words would bring him any peace. Or me.
What would bring me peace?
“You look so tired you’re about to collapse,” he said. “Go lie down.”
“But—”
“Go. We can talk later.”
Right. Okay. It was too much. The last few days were too full and I was officially overwhelmed. I turned slowly, the bag of food banging into my leg. “Oh,” I said. “I brought you some stuff. Would you like—”
I pulled out half a cantaloupe covered in Saran Wrap. A small piece of Dylan’s world in this unlikely place. I offered it to Ben.
“No, girly. You take that stuff. I got all I need.” Those were nearly the exact words Smith would have said, and I nodded, my throat swollen. Why, I wondered, thinking of Smith and Dylan and Ben, were the men in my life so good at self-denial? So good at holding at arm’s length the things they wanted?
Even Hoyt, to some degree. There was something really awful in him and he just tried to keep it covered. Deny it. Until it came leaping out.
“I’ll talk to you later,” I said and walked back over to my trailer. I stopped at Joan’s and knocked on the storm door. But no one answered. Maybe she was working tonight. I wasn’t even entirely sure what day it was. Sunday? Monday?
It hardly mattered.
It hardly mattered.
Perhaps it was my exhaustion. Perhaps it was finally telling my secrets to Dylan. Perhaps it was finally hearing the truth from Ben.
Or maybe under the shock I realized…I knew…what I had always known about myself, about Dylan, about life.
When we were pushed to the edge we were capable of anything. Surviving was the only thing that mattered.
I didn’t know exactly what had happened to Dylan. But he survived.
I stumbled to a stop in the middle of that dirt track between my trailer and Joan’s and pulled the phone out of my back pocket. Its weight and heft had grown so familiar. I liked the way it felt in my hand, how it centered me, in a way. Connected me, to a version of myself I wanted to be. To Dylan.
To the future.
Quickly, I texted:
I know about jail. I know what happened. It doesn’t change anything for me. It doesn’t change who you are. When this is done, when I am done…I’m going to come back to you. To hear the story from your lips. To finish what we started.
I bit my lip. Somehow, after all that had happened between us, now I felt the most brave. The most vulnerable. In this moment.
If you’ll have me.
DYLAN
“Dylan? Jesus. Earth to Dylan!”
Dylan jerked when Blake punched him in the shoulder.
“What? What the fuck?” Dylan snapped. There was a precision wrench in his hand, and he didn’t know what he was doing with it. The transmission in front of him was in pieces, but he could not for the life of him remember what he was doing. Was he putting it together or taking it apart?
Stop. Just stop. I’ve been bossed around, thrown into cars, driven to some kind of mountaintop fortress to…you. You, Dylan. You ended it and I still wound up here. To you!
Annie’s voice ran in a loop in his head.
She’d been inevitable, all along. From the moment she picked up that phone, every road led them to each other.
And now…now the roads were empty. And the work that had satisfied him, that had pulled him out of the shit of his past, away from the ghosts and the demons that haunted him, was stretched out in front of him and he did not care.
He was going to miss her for the rest of his life. Every minute she was gone, he was going to be eaten up by a kind of loneliness he’d never thought he’d feel again.
Not since Max. His parents. Those long, awful nights behind bars.
The kind of loneliness that came from the absence of one specific person.
But the jagged hole made by Annie’s leaving was sharper somehow, because for so long he’d mastered feeling as little as possible.
And he didn’t know if she was going to come back.
The rest of his life was going to feel this way.
He felt like he had after the accident. The