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Freedom

Chapter 12

It was a bleak, rainy day in New Mexico. The clouds were huddled in the sky as droplet after droplet fell onto Shane’s white Subaru Outback. The radio wailed on about old trucks and lost love as we drove to Las Vegas, New Mexico.

Malcolm had always loved country music. It was one of his few redeeming qualities, and I couldn’t seem to let go of the habit of listening to it that I had developed in his…