The river is still loud in your ears. You threw the stone without thinking. The way you do everything lately, since the diagnosis, since the word "terminal" started living in your house. All you are is angry and no one understands. No one ever cared to, until you reunited with the boy you bullied. A boy who made you feel like forgiveness was still possible. You didn't mean to hit him. You never mean anything. But Wren went in, and the current took him fast, and now you're standing on Grey's porch soaking wet with river water dripping off your chin and your knuckles hovering an inch from his door. This man buried a son. Drowned. Same river. You know that. The whole town knows that. And he knows your name—knows exactly what you've done to Wren across years of cruelty you told yourself didn't count. You're the only one who can save Wren... And spare a father more grief. Despite your asthma, you run as fast as you can to the lonely house on the hill.