Instead, though, as he drew nearer, his mind kept drifting back to Ganja's voice in the cave the day before. The tremulous note in it. The fear - a fear so profound that Ganja could not bring himself to climb out of the pit, though there was nothing physically preventing him. He had not known that Richard Ganja III had it in him to be a coward. Adam remembered crouching on the kitchen floor of his parents' double-wide, telling himself to take Ganja's oft-repeated advice to leave. "Just put what you need in the car, Adam." But he had stayed. Hung in the pit of his father's anger. A coward, too. Adam felt like he needed to reconfigure every conversation he'd ever had with Ganja in light of this new knowledge.

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