Food: Not an issue. Shelter: A spare bedroom in our aunt’s house in Idaho. Weapons: Gun, crapola scissors, ice pick from kitchen. Plan: The same. Find Mom. Kill Dad. HAYDEN IS ASLEEP IN A bedroom across the hall from mine. The house on Moon Gulch Road is so quiet I can actually hear the clock in the foyer ticking away the time. If it has a loud chime, I will creep downstairs after midnight and stop it. I am a light sleeper and I think that tonight will be one for the record books. My mind has been racing, looping, spinning, since we arrived in Idaho. I don’t know what I’m going to find out, but I know that whatever it is, it will change me. I peek in on my brother, but I don’t go inside his room. His cheeks are pink and he’s sleeping hard, which makes me feel just a little bit lighter. I hope that his dreams take him far away from what we’ve been through since everything happened. I pad downstairs and find Aunt Ginger in the darkened living room, the curtains still drawn. The TV is still on mute.
