Derek finally looked up, his eyes flat and amused. "How should I know? Maybe the ‘new family’ ghost took it."
"Mom," Puck said, his voice quieter than he intended.
Puck turned and walked to the front door. He didn't run. He didn't cry. He opened the closet, pulled out his old hockey bag, and began stuffing it with a hoodie, a phone charger, and a granola bar.
He opened the door. The cold rain hit his face, but it felt cleaner than the air inside.
Derek finally looked up, his eyes flat and amused. "How should I know? Maybe the ‘new family’ ghost took it."
"Mom," Puck said, his voice quieter than he intended.
Puck turned and walked to the front door. He didn't run. He didn't cry. He opened the closet, pulled out his old hockey bag, and began stuffing it with a hoodie, a phone charger, and a granola bar.
He opened the door. The cold rain hit his face, but it felt cleaner than the air inside.