Chapter Three
The day after my disastrous visit, Kevin had called Destiny’s Haven and asked about Mary. He used his fancy lawyer voice. They told him she was not accepting visitors or phone calls until further notice, leaving me desperate to figure out how to talk to her. I assumed they wouldn’t give her mail from me, but I sent a letter, anyway. If she didn’t answer, my best plan involved dressing as a janitor and sneaking in late at night. That seemed like a great way to wind up in prison.
The following Saturday, I wasn't any closer to finding a way to get back in to see Mary (or whoever she was). Calls to Destiny’s Haven were politely rejected no matter what time of day or night I tried. The people who answered the phone now recognized my voice, and some of them hung up before I even
