Instead, Curt lay alone in his bed, cycling through the same feelings as always. Eventually, he settled on anger. Unlike his other emotions, anger felt actionable. He could do something about it. The Wilson family became the target of his fury that night. Samuel had rejoiced in his father’s passing. Though externally contrite, Caleb Wilson probably chalked his father’s death to the sovereign hand of God, too.
Curt wouldn’t see Caleb or Samuel Wilson at school. But he would see Hannah. For the next hour, Curt imagined telling the beautiful blonde off, even though she hadn’t said anything. That thought gave Curt a level of satisfaction, an objective to strive toward, which helped him fall asleep.
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