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peered at me from the next cushion.
    “What?”
    “That’s not it.”
    “Fine. I’m going back there on Thursday,” I muttered.
    “Alone? You don't know anything about him. Typical Emma. You are so freaking clueless. This guy could be dangerous. He lives out there all by himself in some compound. Who does that? Killers. That’s who.”
    Blaire would have a breakdown if she actually saw where Wyatt lived and that unfriendly glare coming from his green eyes. But she didn’t see him the way I did today. I don’t know what piece got stuck with me more on the drive home: those poor dogs in the cages or the guy locked in the mental one.
    I wish I could say everything to Blaire, but I just couldn’t explain what happened today. She wouldn’t understand why I had to go back there. Normal social things were difficult for her. She wasn’t like me when it came to other people. Complicated issues that involved compassion and emotion were hard for her to comprehend.
    “It’s not like I’m dating him. I’m just getting to know someone. And I think it makes Wyatt interesting.”
    “He’s interesting ? That’s what girls say right before they get the shit knocked out of them and stuffed in a fucking trunk.”
    “ Blaire! ”
    “What?” Blaire leaned back against the cushions, tucking her knees against her chest.
    “Wyatt’s not gonna hurt anyone.” I leaned over, slipping my arms around my sister’s little body. She hated it when I went for an unsolicited hug. She bristled up like I was squeezing a cactus, but I did it anyway, as a distraction to her current fit. “I watched him with Charlie. He was so meticulous and kind.”
    “How old is he, anyway?”
    “I don’t know. He’s around our age, I guess. And he’s got dimples, Blaire. They just came out of nowhere.” And then they were gone.
    “Emma. You really are crazy.” She pushed me away and went back into interrogation mode. “You can’t base him being safe on dimples. You are a terrible judge of character. You’d let strangers stay on our couch if I didn’t say no.”
    “Not that again. You know Couchsurfing is a legitimate website and we could make a lot of money during the university football games.”
    “The answer is still no. And I think the answer to this one should be no too. I can’t believe you’re attracted to some weirdo in the woods. You have lost your damn mind.”
    “But you don’t understand. You didn’t see him. The way he looked. There’s something . . . ” Going on with him. I think he may need help . “There’s just something about Wyatt. I want to see him again. Spend some time with him. I think he could use a friend.”
    “Friend? Hmm.”
    “And the dogs. It was terrible, Blaire. They looked like those awful commercials.”
    “I’m sure it was very sad. The dogs and the guy . But this has nothing to do with you, Emma. Not that any of them ever do, but let this one go.”
    “I need to do this. I can’t just ignore what I saw today.”
    “Fine. But don’t call me when this Wyatt guyhas you tied up in his trunk. I’m not coming to get your stupid ass.”
    I smiled at my sister’s joke. She didn’t get out much. Not that I had attended a large amount of wild, raging college parties. But Blaire was a social recluse because she chose to be that way, and I think her personality scared people.
    She didn’t even drive. It’s not that she physically couldn’t get behind the wheel. Blaire just chose not to learn. According to my sister, she didn’t want to be responsible for a thousand-pound vehicle, hurling down the road like a shotgun bullet. She had a whole list of death facts to go along with her reasoning. I’m surprised she even rode in the car with me.
    But that was my sister. Even with all her quirks, I loved her more than any person in the whole world. How could I not? Blaire was literally the other half of me.

O N THURSDAY, I RETURNED DOW n the red dirt road to see Wyatt and Charlie. As I turned off