“Trudell put the lid on the can of stain, tapped it shut with the handle end of a screwdriver. It reminded Sully of the time he’d been so eager to help his dad with some do-it-yourself project that he splashed white paint on Dad’s truck trying to use a hammer to tap the lid down on a can of paint. Sully could still remember his dad’s exact words: “You stupid ass.” Then he’d smacked Sully’s face and told him to get the hell out of the garage. Hunter had said Sully’s years with his dad hadn’t been... that bad. They’d sure seemed bad. Hunter was right, though: he wasn’t haunted by them. They didn’t define him. They were in the past, and he kept them there. Being homeless had likely given Hunter a different barometer of what constituted awful. Sully stared down the aisle, remembering the moment he’d first seen Hunter. He’d noticed her as soon as she was in sight, almost as if he’d been expecting her. For the hundredth time he thought about sitting on the swings with Hunter on Christmas Eve, the snow falling.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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