WE’VE JUST PULLED BACK on I-70 headed towards home when Nate breaths a huge sigh. “I’m sorry about that, everyone. I think I’m just going to give up writing.”
“Oh, Bae,” Gladys says, “don’t get discouraged.”
“This is the second article I’ve written that’s caused nothing but trouble. No, my dad was right about me. I don’t have the sense to be a journalist. From now on, I’ll just stick to cleaning crime scenes.”
“Nate, I’m not trying to make you feel worse about things,” Helen says, “but didn’t you check out Roland’s story about his father before you wrote the article?”
Nate slumps even lower in his seat by Gladys. “Actually, no. I had a deadline, and I just found out about Roland, and so I interviewed him, and the story he told was so convincing, I just ran with it. It never occurred to
