Adam turned off the ignition, and he and Katie sat for a minute in the hospital parking lot. She was holding his hand in both of hers. Her nails were biting into his skin, but he didn’t mind; he barely felt it.
“Katie,” he said quietly. “You ready?”
“Yes.”
“Before we get in there… can you just tell me what to expect? Like, do you think your Mom will be OK with you being there?”
“I have no idea.” She sighed. “I haven’t seen or spoken to her in ten years, but Ryan talks to her, so she knows all about my life. She knows I’m coming with you now.”
“OK.”
“I’m still angry at her, Adam. And she knows it. The last thing that I told her was that I blamed her for not protecting us when we were kids. I told her that she was weak, and a terrible mother.”
He was silent.
Actually, I kind of think
