"Fine," I lied, my voice weak. She didn't look or sound convinced.
When I got back to the truck, it was the last car in the lot. It seemed like a tavern, a broken person's home away from home, and already the closest thing to home I had in this damp green dump. I sat inside for a while, just staring out the windshield blankly. But soon I was cold enough to need the heater, so I turned the heater on. Then I turned the engine on; it roared to life. I headed back to Charlie's house, fighting hot tears the whole way home.

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