Passages
Bobby - 3/15/2024, 10:19 a.m.
The door clattered shut behind him, cutting him off from the morning light. The smell hit him first—a thick mix of stale cigarette smoke, marijuana, and sweat. The carpet felt sticky under his feet.
Bobby - 3/15/2024, 10:06 a.m.
Rick put a hand on Bobby’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “You ain’t broken, kid,” he said. “You’re just scared—like we’re all scared.”