chains onto the back tires.
Once we’ve finished our work, we lean against the truck in satisfaction. “I think the box helps me focus and find answers to our problems,” I say, then sigh. “I wish it would tell me where our parents are or how to help Madison, but it seems to just help me understand what’s happening right in front of me.”
“That’s good enough for now, cuz,” Sanford says with a smile. He pauses, and his smile fades. “I’m sorry, guys.”
“Why are you sorry?” I’m still feeling pretty pleased about figuring out the chain problem, so I don’t think twice about what Sanford is saying.
“I’m sorry I tricked you guys,” Sanford says quietly. “I really wanted to go with you to...
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