It had once carried elementary school children along icy backroads. Now it carried something else.
Sixteen-year-old Caleb Mercer called it home.
Most people in town called it something different.
“Poor kid’s lost his mind.”
“Living in a bus? Through Montana winter?”
“He won’t last until Thanksgiving.”
Caleb heard the whispers when he walked into Miller’s Hardware with grease under his fingernails and a notebook in his back pocket.