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around it, and I had to bet Noah did, too.
When we entered the neighborhood behind the hospital, Noah spoke up, “Why are we going to Broden’s house?”
“How do you know where Broden lives?” I asked.
Noah’s stoic expression faltered. “We lived down the street from one a nother as kids.”
M y eyes darted around the large cul-de-sac, looking at the homes as if I could guess which one used to be his. Since he had talked in the past tense, I knew he had moved, but I needed as much information as I could get, even if it were just a house he no longer resided in.
“Quit trying to figure me out, Sophie,” Noah warned in a half-whisper. “My life isn’t something that you want to be a part of.”
My throat clogged as I stopped at the end of Broden’s driveway. Before I could question him, Noah marched up the driveway. The old house − a large, beige home with a roof made of dark clay tiles − looked empty from the street. There were no lights on, nor were there any cars in the driveway, but I knew he was home. When Lily gave me the fliers, she explained why Broden had stopped by for his usual high-fiving ritual with Miles. Broden had permission to watch his parent’s house while they were working late night shifts at the hospital. Tonight was one of those nights. Even so, Broden didn’t seem to be home, but Noah didn’t question me.
He pas sed the two-car garage and rounded the corner to walk up to the steel doors that decorated the front of his house. He didn’t even knock. He simply shoved them open. “Oh, Broden,” Noah bellowed. “Broden, where are you—”
I cursed at myself as I chased Noah into the house. As soon as I had reached Noah, Broden entered through the entranceway, his brown hair sticking up in five different directions. His face was blotchy with the pattern of a blanket pressed to his face, and his sage jacket hung loosely off his shoulders. With rolled up sleeves, his splint showed off his injured arm, but the stitches above his brow were much less severe. Nevertheless, the cut burned as he glared at Noah. “What are you doing here?” he asked before pointing at me. “What is she doing here?”
Noah opened his arms up in loving mockery. “Thanks for the welcome, Broden. Long time, no see.” His grin was a borderline snarl. “I was sort of expecting you today − around three-thirty − at the ravens, you know, where you said you would be, but—” Noah spun in a theatric circle. “You didn’t show.”
“Of course I didn’t show, Noah, ” Broden yelled. “Are you insane?” He marched across the room to slam the front door. When it shut, he locked it and leaned his back against it. Now that he was facing us, he looked Noah up and down. His once-blonde friend was now a brunette, and the reality sunk in. “Looks like I wouldn’t have even recognized you, anyway,” he said. “What the hell happened to you?”
Noah gestured toward me. “She recognized me,” he said, sounding strangely proud.
The mention was the only reason Broden remembered I was there. “You can’t be here. They could catch you,” he stumbled over his words before switching his focus to Noah. “Our house could be bugged. We’re not sure if it is. We’ve never known.”
His words were impossible to comprehend.
“Bugs?” Noah sounded like he was on the verge of laughing. “Who cares if it’s bugged?”
“My family,” Broden said, grabbing his hair. He was panicking.
“How is your family?” Noah asked, but his serene state was cruel.
Broden’s lips pressed into a thin, white line.
“It doesn’t make a difference if your home is bugged anyway,” he mentioned. “If it is,” he continued, placing a hand on an entryway stand that held a decorative china plate, “they already know I’m here,” Noah stated before he pushed it to the ground.
The china smashed across the floor, and I leapt back. Broden, on the other hand, shot forward and screamed at Noah to leave. Instead of
When we entered the neighborhood behind the hospital, Noah spoke up, “Why are we going to Broden’s house?”
“How do you know where Broden lives?” I asked.
Noah’s stoic expression faltered. “We lived down the street from one a nother as kids.”
M y eyes darted around the large cul-de-sac, looking at the homes as if I could guess which one used to be his. Since he had talked in the past tense, I knew he had moved, but I needed as much information as I could get, even if it were just a house he no longer resided in.
“Quit trying to figure me out, Sophie,” Noah warned in a half-whisper. “My life isn’t something that you want to be a part of.”
My throat clogged as I stopped at the end of Broden’s driveway. Before I could question him, Noah marched up the driveway. The old house − a large, beige home with a roof made of dark clay tiles − looked empty from the street. There were no lights on, nor were there any cars in the driveway, but I knew he was home. When Lily gave me the fliers, she explained why Broden had stopped by for his usual high-fiving ritual with Miles. Broden had permission to watch his parent’s house while they were working late night shifts at the hospital. Tonight was one of those nights. Even so, Broden didn’t seem to be home, but Noah didn’t question me.
He pas sed the two-car garage and rounded the corner to walk up to the steel doors that decorated the front of his house. He didn’t even knock. He simply shoved them open. “Oh, Broden,” Noah bellowed. “Broden, where are you—”
I cursed at myself as I chased Noah into the house. As soon as I had reached Noah, Broden entered through the entranceway, his brown hair sticking up in five different directions. His face was blotchy with the pattern of a blanket pressed to his face, and his sage jacket hung loosely off his shoulders. With rolled up sleeves, his splint showed off his injured arm, but the stitches above his brow were much less severe. Nevertheless, the cut burned as he glared at Noah. “What are you doing here?” he asked before pointing at me. “What is she doing here?”
Noah opened his arms up in loving mockery. “Thanks for the welcome, Broden. Long time, no see.” His grin was a borderline snarl. “I was sort of expecting you today − around three-thirty − at the ravens, you know, where you said you would be, but—” Noah spun in a theatric circle. “You didn’t show.”
“Of course I didn’t show, Noah, ” Broden yelled. “Are you insane?” He marched across the room to slam the front door. When it shut, he locked it and leaned his back against it. Now that he was facing us, he looked Noah up and down. His once-blonde friend was now a brunette, and the reality sunk in. “Looks like I wouldn’t have even recognized you, anyway,” he said. “What the hell happened to you?”
Noah gestured toward me. “She recognized me,” he said, sounding strangely proud.
The mention was the only reason Broden remembered I was there. “You can’t be here. They could catch you,” he stumbled over his words before switching his focus to Noah. “Our house could be bugged. We’re not sure if it is. We’ve never known.”
His words were impossible to comprehend.
“Bugs?” Noah sounded like he was on the verge of laughing. “Who cares if it’s bugged?”
“My family,” Broden said, grabbing his hair. He was panicking.
“How is your family?” Noah asked, but his serene state was cruel.
Broden’s lips pressed into a thin, white line.
“It doesn’t make a difference if your home is bugged anyway,” he mentioned. “If it is,” he continued, placing a hand on an entryway stand that held a decorative china plate, “they already know I’m here,” Noah stated before he pushed it to the ground.
The china smashed across the floor, and I leapt back. Broden, on the other hand, shot forward and screamed at Noah to leave. Instead of
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