#Chapter64
The heavy rain drummed down with deafening force, tinkering off the bonnet of the pick-up truck we were stuffed into. As though a reflection of the cloud of misery that hovered over Blake's head, the sky had erupted into a swell of despair, thickened with black clouds and overwhelmed with unforgiving tears.
/"You know I'm not perfect, right, Oz?/" He didn't look at me as he spoke. His mouth had pinched into a tight slash, and his eyes blinked against the water-blocked window ahead. Like prisoners, the rain caged us within the cabin of the truck, the droplets creating an impenetrable shield, blocking the outside world from view.
