Chapter 18
I drove back to Runde and parked the car in the back of the meeting hall parking lot. But after switching off the engine, I just sat there.
I had no idea what to do next.
"Ingrid?" Andrew said, putting a hand on my arm, and I realized I was clutching the steering wheel so tight my knuckles were white. I relaxed my grip.
"I'm okay," I said.
"Are you?" he asked. "You're taking this all so personally, and I really don't understand why. You never met Garrett before. You don't know his family. Heck, I barely know his family, despite what we keep telling people."
"I know," I said. "It's just-" But I didn't know how to finish that thought. Not in a way that Andrew could understand. If I told him I was worried about living up to my grandmother's example, I had no idea what that wo
