Chapter 59 – Please, Don't Tell

• “Well,” Jackson whispers, half to himself, “I guess we don’t need to go outside anymore to try to talk to any birds.”
• “Not unless we want them to melt,” I say, grabbing my knife off of my dinner plate and leaning forward to prod at the glass.
• There’s a tiny moment of silence before Jackson bursts out laughing, but before I figure out what’s so funny, the four other boys in the room come to stand at the edge of my bed, staring down at the glassy puddle that was a marble a few seconds ago.