Sean had not believed him, Jonas had not believed him, but Petey had believed him, had shown him how much. He’d fallen asleep with his nose in her hair, breathing her scent, holding on to her as if she were the only sure thing, the only real thing he’d ever known. It had been this way for the last four nights. He could dig postholes for the rest of his life. He could dig his way through the planet and come out the other side. Maybe he could even find Roza. Maybe— “Dude, we’re not drilling for oil,” said Miguel. “What? Oh, sorry.” Roza liked Miguel. The first time Miguel had come over to the house after Roza arrived, she had broken out in a grin so wide that Finn and Sean thought she knew Miguel from somewhere. But Miguel said no, he’d never seen her before, because there was no way he could have forgotten a girl who looked like that. “Like what?” Finn wanted to know. “There’s no hope for you,” said Miguel. They wrestled another gnawed and splintered post from the ground.
