Chapter 47:
Delaney Street was four blocks of houses that had seen better days.
The kind of houses that were built in the fifties and painted once in the eighties and never touched again. Small yards. Chain-link fences. A stray dog asleep on somebody's porch.
The house at the end of the block was gray. A porch that sagged. A light on in the upstairs window.
Kael parked the truck two streets over.
He didn't say anything. He just sat there with his hands on the wheel and his eyes on the road.
"Kael," I said.
"Mm."
"Talk to me."
He looked at me.
"I don't know what to say."
"Say anything."
He was quiet for a second.
"I don't know what I'm gonna find," he said. "I don't know if she's there. I don't know if she's alive. I don't know if she wants to see me. I don't know if she's gonn
