Kenny looked at the clock by his bed, then got up and went to the window. Her Celica drove down their street and vanished from view.
He looked down at the driveway, now empty. His mom’s car had been there a moment before and now it was like it’d never been there.
He took a deep breath and held it. He listened to the sounds of the house, hummings and clickings. He’d never noticed before how many sounds there were. They went on whether he was there or not.
He wondered if this was what it was like to be dead.
