I know what matters to document, Dad. You taught me that. All right, he said. They sat in the cooling air. The oak moved in the evening breeze.
Nothing's going to break, Ren said. Fact, not bravado. I've been the new kid three times before. I know how to not break, she looked at him. But I need you to stay steady because if you go up there and do something, she didn't finish.
She didn't need to. He knew exactly what the end of that sentence looked like. He'd lived most of it. It makes me the story instead of what they did, she said. And then nothing gets better.
It just gets different. He looked at his daughter. She was absolutely right. The clarity with which she'd thought it through. The precision of it made him proud and furious at the same time.
Furious at a world that required this level of strategic thinking from an 18-year-old just to get through a school week. I hear you, he said. Good, she said, and drank her coffee. The following Wednesday, Boon was changing brake pads on a Ford pickup when he heard Ren come in through the side door after school. He could tell from the sound of her footsteps, something he'd learned to read over 18 years, the way he read engines, that something had shifted.
She set her backpack down, came to the door of the bay. Something happened, she said. He straightened up, waited. Dalton found me after school, she said. Alone in the parking lot.
Not with Kyle, not with anyone. She looked at the garage floor, then at Boone. He didn't say anything about the online stuff. He didn't threaten anything. He just stood there for a second and then he said, "I need to tell you something. " Boon was still and then Kyle Webb came out of the building and called his name.
Ren said, "Dalton looked at Kyle and then looked back at me and whatever had been on his face, it just closed like a door closing. " She paused. He said, "Never mind. " And walked away. Boon thought about what Ruth had told him. Dalton in the diner on Sunday mornings when Pierce wasn't there. The different person.
The one who held doors and listened when his mother talked. He was going to tell you something he didn't want Kyle to hear. Boon said, "That's what I think. " Ren said, "The scar? " Boon said on his forearm. You noticed it the first day. Yes.
You ever find out where it came from? Ren was quiet a moment he told me. Not directly, not on purpose. A few days after that first hallway conversation, I was near enough to hear him explaining it to someone on the team. He said it was a dirt bike accident when he was 14.