Chapter 10: Mr. Collins
When the sidewalk finally cleared, Eli asked if we could open a few boxes.
I wanted to say no. They had scared us. But then he looked at Darren’s umbrella under my arm and whispered, “Maybe Dad would’ve liked part of this.”
So I nodded.
Box number two held a note from Mr. Collins, Eli’s bus driver.
Carina, nobody gave out your address. People brought umbrellas and notes to the Route 47 stop after Jenelle’s post spread. I should have called before bringing them here. I thought I was doing something beautiful for a boy I care about. I see now I should have knocked first.
A familiar voice came from the sidewalk.
“I owe you an apology, Carina.”
Mr. Collins stood near the mailbox in his rain jacket, twisting his cap in both hands.
“I got carried away,” he admitted. Continue Reading ⬇️
