Sometimes he passes us in the hall; he’s always in a hurry, turning his bone-skinny body to sidle between the bumping shoulders of the kids walking ahead of us, looking like he’s stepping between the bars of a jail cell. He never even glances at us. Or Hadley at him, either. It isn’t even that studied sort of not looking, where you can sense that the person is purposely keeping his eyes averted. It’s like Hadley and Garrett are strangers to each other, or ghosts, and I’m left to gawp at the phenomenon of the two of them. Hadley doesn’t talk about Garrett again, and though I’m always thinking of ways to bring him up, I never have the nerve to actually do it. The day I found them in the field, I went to my locker and crossed out his name on our list of suspects. The scribble looked bad somehow, like uncertainty, so I rewrote the entire list, leaving him off it and stowing it back on the shelf in my locker. The next day, I saw that Hadley had added his name again in her bold block letters.
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