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The 3 of us are packed and ready to go before James comes
home from school. Adam and I collected the most important
basic necessities: food, clothes, money Adam saved up. He
keeps looking around the small space like he can’t believe
he’s lost it so easily. I can only imagine how much work he
put into it, how hard he tried to make a home for his little
brother. My heart is in pieces for him.
His friend is an entirely different species.
Kenji is nursing new bruises, but seems in reasonable
spirits, excited for reasons I can’t fathom. He’s oddly
resilient and upbeat. It seems impossible to discourage him
and I can’t help but admire his determination. But he won’t
stop staring at me.
“So how come you can touch Adam?” he says after a
moment.
“I don’t know.”
He snorts. “Bull.”
I shrug. I don’t feel the need to convince him that I have
absolutely no idea how I got so lucky.
“How’d you even know you could touch him? Some kind of
sick experiment?”
I hope I’m not blushing. “Where’s this place you’re taking
us?”
“Why are you changing the subject?” He’s grinning. I’m
sure he’s grinning. I refuse to look at him, though. “Maybe
you can touch me, too. Why don’t you try?”
“You don’t want me to touch you.”
“Maybe I do.” He’s definitely grinning.
“Maybe you should leave her alone before I put that bullet
back in your leg,” Adam offers.
“I’m sorry—is a lonely man not allowed to make a move,
Kent? Maybe I’m actually interested. Maybe you should back
the hell off and let her speak for herself.”
Adam runs a hand through his hair. Always the same hand.
Always through his hair. He’s flustered. Frustrated. Maybe
even embarrassed.