we lay here for years or

He’d been good at that, not taking advantage of their hospitality, not overimposing on their happy lives—and every year has gotten better, lapsing less and less.But Buck can admit it gets worse when spring hits, when the flowers start blooming, and everything falls into a sort of dullness that he doesn’t recognize until he’s pulled out of it in July.Buck is good about keeping in touch with everyone, and they are too. Ever since the 118 scattered into the wind just a few years ago, they’ve been holding onto each other especially hard.Ever since—ever since that clear-skied day in May.orIt’s 2030 and time has not been on Buck’s side. All it takes is one day, one moment, to forever change his life—affecting not only him, but his family too. This is the aftermath.