I don’t help with reconstruction this morning. Instead, I walk to the first place here that I truly found beautiful.I walk up the giant hill, the one spot where the sun peaks through the shadows enough to make the flowers grow.Colt follows me, silent, sitting down a respectable distance away from me.I look out at the open field, the wildflowers, and let the sun soak into my skin. “Is this because of your dream, or Cyrus?” Colt asks, his voice neutral and I turn my head towards him.Visions of Vince next to the fountain coming to mind. I take a few deep breaths, “I know you have to keep some things from me, but can you tell me about your life.”His eyebrow raises, as I turn in the grass to face him. He smiles, “I’ll tell you anything now.” He tells me, and I shake my head, “No. I still want you to keep the stuff that can be used against you away. I know what I need to know.” I tell him.His head tilts, “How?” He asks, and I shrug, “It’s not important. I know what I need to know, now
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