Chapter 11Rory didn’t drive like a madman, and he didn’t scream through the windshield or beat on the dash or do any of the things he would have imagined he’d be doing at a moment like this—he just drove. He drove until he got home, carefully pulled into his driveway, and parked the car on his normal side. He got out, locked the vehicle, and set the alarm. He opened the gate and gently closed it, making sure it latched. He unlocked the house, turned off the security system, and locked the door behind him. He kicked off his shoes and toed them into straight lines. He put away his keys. And once that was all done, and everything was in order, he sat on the couch. That’s when the trembling started; that was when the emotion began to bubble up from his stomach. And once it started, it quickly
