Chapter 4
I checked the clock and wasn’t sure if I was happy or not to see that it was half past three.
With very little persuading, Jessie had agreed to swap hours with me, and in half an hour I would be out the door and on my way to visit Jonathan’s grave. I hadn’t set foot behind the walls of the cemetery since the damp November morning he had been interred. I probably wouldn’t be going now if Dr. Anthony didn’t feel it was a step toward making peace with what happened.
Making peace had been her turn of phrase.
I was also partly doing it for Vic. If our roles had been reversed, I would have lost my number the moment I’d left my apartment on Saturday. I wasn’t my brother; I didn’t despise emotion or vulnerability as a rule, but I did rather despise those things in myself.
I was watc
