"Leave it," Ethan said, walking toward the truck.
Silas stared at him. "What? We can't leave bulk items." refuse pickup
Ethan nodded, watching the pristine white colonial fade into the distance. "Yeah," he said softly. "Just garbage." "Leave it," Ethan said, walking toward the truck
"Just a sec," Ethan muttered.
He understood instantly. He wasn't looking at trash. He was looking at a life. A whole history. Someone had died, or left, or decided that the past was too heavy to carry into the future. They were deleting the hard drive, wiping the slate clean. " Ethan said
Ethan paused. He wiped sweat from his forehead with a rag that was dirtier than his face.
It wasn't money. It wasn't a body. It wasn't illegal contraband.