| Part III
(warning: very long story)
When I pulled up to his house the next morning, I could tell Kyle had
cracked. He his skin had taken on a yellowed color and his voice was
flat and void of emotion.
“It’s not over yet, Kyle,” I said as he dropped into the seat next to me.
“Yes, it is, Sam.” He all but whispered.
“No, I don’t believe that. Kimber’s dad is missing too, you know.
Maybe it was him instead that was…that was…” I couldn’t bring myself to
“We’re living in hell. Drisking, it’s Hell in our own reality.”
I couldn’t disagree. The town I’d grown to love seemed so foreign to
me now. Whitney hadn’t been an outlier like I’d thought. Missing people
were the norm here. “And that would make Jimmy Prescott the king. He’s