“Damon, can we talk” I call to him in his bedroom, where he has been since we got back off the boat.
I wait for a couple minutes, and Damon still doesn’t emerge. We haven’t spoken a word since we were in the water, but I need to know what the bruises are from.
“Damon” I call again and walk to his door. I have never been in his room before, and I don’t want to break his privacy by barging in on him, but if he isn’t going to come out, I am going in.
I decide that I need to take this like a Band-Aid, just get it over and done with. I push open his door and look over at the boy, sniffing white powder up his nose.
He looks up at me after he is finishes, his eyes glassy and pupils dilated. He uses his sleeve to wipe some of the powder from under his nose, not say a word to me.
I quickly tur
