Chapter 89 Sophia Hunched forward, elbows on his knees, a manila folder held against his chest with both hands. Wrinkled grey shirt. Hair sticking up. Glasses back on. There was an empty coffee cup next to him on the step, and another one tipped over in the grass below it, and a granola bar wrapper, like he'd been sitting there for a very long time.Harland.He stood up when he saw us. Slowly, carefully, one hand on the railing, the way you'd stand up if you'd been sitting on hard wood for hours and your legs had forgotten how."Don't," Kellan said through the windshield, very low, like Harland could hear him.He got out of the truck. I got out on my side. We stood in the gravel on opposite sides of the hood, and Harland stood at the bottom of the porch steps holding his folder, and nobody said anything."I've been here since ten this morning," Harland said finally. "I didn't know when you'd be back. I didn't have your number, Kellan. And I didn't think Sophia would want me calling
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