Nolan had gotten up early that day. This was unusual enough in itself.He had grabbed the bag lying on his desk chair. He had only decided to leave a few hours earlier. He had resolved to do it tonight. To chance his luck. Today was the beginning of a new life.He made no noise as he went down the stairs. He passed his parents' bedrooms, and those of his brothers and his sister, this last one empty. In the hall, he picked up his jacket and went out. He had tentatively thought of slamming the door in a final gesture of rebellion, but decided against it in the end. There was no point worrying his