Chapter 40
He wanted to yell at the sky. Colby needed storms, electricity and passion and life-giving water. He wanted to yell at Colby’s parents too, but he couldn’t. He’d done that once already. And Colby said everything was fine.
Colby would say that, though. Jason worried more.
He had both bags—their overnight one, and the one holding boxes of Colby’s baked goods—in his other hand. He used them to point at the car he’d borrowed. Overexaggerating. Aiming for a reaction. “What do you think?”
And those huge blue eyes got even wider. “I’d noticed it when we came out here, but—that’s ours?”
“For two days, yeah.”
“How did you—”