RYKER
Cole had not stopped asking where we were going since we left the pack house.
"You'll see." I kept my eyes on the road.
"That is not an answer."
"I know."
He turned to the window and decided to let it go. That was the thing about Cole. He knew when to push and when to stop and most of the time he read it right. It was one of the reasons I had always tolerated him.
Had always.
The road stretched ahead. The sky above it was the color of old concrete. Neither of us spoke for a while. I drove. I was good at silence. I had been raised in it and had never seen any reason to fill it just because someone else was uncomfortable. Cole had never learned that. Most people hadn't. It was a skill people only developed when they had been very alone for a very long time.
Cole shifted in his seat. "Do you remember a few nights ago?"
I didn't answer.
