Just being in the truck with Sam made me smile, even though he was busy driving, and I was probably driving him crazy with all of my questions. We had the radio on, and even though he refused to sing along, even to the songs I knew he had to know the words to, and I peppered him with a million different questions about what it was like growing up in Whispering Hollow. I stayed away from the personal parts, about his family, about his dad and Horace in particular, and he let me know that it hadn’t been easy for him being a kid out there in such an isolated part of the world. They hadn’t had much, and he still didn’t have much, even though it was clear he worked hard f
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