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266 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 3, 2015


[Miguel] would be needed for as long as Jack to stay . . . and that would be enough. It had to be. Because staying angry at Jack had been hard when Jack had left him. It was impossible when Jack needed him.
"I learned a new song for you."
"Yeah? What is it?" [Jack] couldn't wait to sing with this man once more. A million times more.
"The chorus goes something like this," Miguel said and sang in his ear about coming home.



"“What for? I was never going to stay, and you? You were never going to leave, were you?”"


“Please. Don’t let me go.” Jack was chanting under his breath. “Don’t let go. Don’t let go. Don’t let go.”
“I want to run from the cops with you forever, Jack Tarkington.”
He reached out and grabbed Jack's wrist, squeezing hard until it almost hurt. It was the first time someone had touched him in months. His mother never hugged anyone and his dad was so far withdrawn he barely acknowledged Jack.
"Being around those people all the time..."
"Those people?"
"White people. Straight people. Old people. Everyone who looks at me and sees that brown kid who's kind of faggy instead of a business owner. Another taxpayer. A fucking human being...It's tiring."




“Home would always be where Jack was from now on.”


"When he exhaled, he let it go. All of it. The rage, the coldness, the what id's and the if only's. His breath trailed away until he was empty and clean, if not new, at least willing to consider a clean start."
"Whenever they went, no matter where they landed, suitcase-free or still hauling around busted-ass luggage, Jack knew that would be all he'd ever need.
Miguel's voice, singing him home."
