Chapter 40
Evan sat in the passenger seat of Gwen’s minivan, the smell of stale fries and little boy sweat rising all around him, staring up at an ivy-covered brick apartment building. Hurricane Ed’s second floor windows stood open to catch the warm May breeze. Sensible tan curtains stirred in most, but three rippled with bright cartoon characters.
The small, tree-lined park across the street echoed with little kid yells and laughter, perfect for Ed’s frequent weekends with his grandsons. Evan sometimes wondered if his father had more adult company, but he’d never felt brave enough to find out. Gwen probably knew, with her willingness to ask questions no one else would even consider.
Right now she only sat quietly beside him.
They’d been parked for several minutes without saying a word
