“Look, guys,” I say, “I really have to get back to River. She can’t be left alone in her current state.” God only knows what she’s doing right now—maybe having her way with a tree or making good on her threat to go bang a few strangers in town.
My stomach clamps down on itself. The thought of anyone touching her makes me sick. And furious. And jealous.
“But, son,” Dad says, “I think Morris is right. You really should give him some of yoursecret sauce. It could be the only way to find a cure for River.”
“And for you, too, Huff,” Mom adds. “Wouldn’t you like to get your life back? Be normal again? Live in peace without the world chasing you?”
