He accepted it with the same stiff nod he gave everything.
When he reached Kinsley’s street, Aaron and Kinsley were waiting outside.
So was Mrs. Bell.
And half the neighborhood.
There were no cameras visible.
For once, people seemed to understand that not everything decent needs to be posted.
Kinsley walked up to Silas holding another folded paper.
This time, she read it aloud.
Her voice shook so much I could hear it from my bus window.
“I’m sorry I posted too much about my life. I’m sorry people blamed you because of me. Thank you for protecting me even though you didn’t know me.”
Silas stood very still.
Then he said, “Wasn’t because I knew you. Was because you needed help.”
Kinsley nodded.
Then she did something that made every adult on that street lose the battle with tears.
She handed him a small keychain.
