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Sarah’s baby blues are normally so expressive, her eive me no clues

“I know,” I say “Peter used to come here, too, when he wanted to mope around”

“Did he coent curiosity flashing in her eyes

I nod

Peter was a pretty disturbed individual when his illness was at its worst The diagnosis killed the Peter I used to know, long before the actual illness did

But Sarah doesn’t need to know that It’s better for her to remember Peter the way he’d been before the cancer

She takes a long breath, holds on to it with sadness, then lets it go

The sight breaksthe fact thathim back from the dead more than I do now

If a suspicious-looking, wart-covered witch were to give rave, I’d go right now, no questions asked, just for a chance to put a smile on Sarah’s face

So what if zo the brain of anyone who tries to help them? I’d risk that for Sarah Besides, if it’s my destiny to have my brain eaten by a zo corpse out there

I take another step and put s me off

“What’s wrong?” I ask

When she lifts up her gaze, her eyes are filled to the brihts in the distance “Everything”

Without saying anything, she starts to walk away toward her brother’s car, her feet dragging over the loose soil and rocks on the ground

“Sarah, you haven’t had dinner, have you?” I ask as I trail behind her “Why don’t you go on ho on the way? We’ll meet at home, okay”

I pause

She still doesn’t say anything Only our footsteps and rustling leaves fill the night air

“Are you sure you’re okay to drive?” I ask “Letyour car back tomorrow Or we can take your car back hoet mine”

Sarah stays quiet, which only ? Is she sober? Is she going to endanger herself if she drives?

“Sarah” I catch up to her and deliberately stand in her way “Let me drive you home”

“Leave me alone, Luca,” Sarah says as she steps off to the side and keeps walking