CHAPTER TEN
When I left the clinic Monday, there was someone leaning against my car, doing his best to appear casual and failing. Emmett Chaplin.
He didn’t move as I approached. "Emmett. Can I help you with something?"
"Why are you here?"
"This is my car."
"You know what the f**k I mean. You’ve never used. You don’t know anything about what we’re going through here. Are you just a gawker, or what?"
"What makes you think I’ve never used?"
"Don’t f**k with me. I can tell."
I watched his face for a few seconds and then turned away, tilting my head to get him to follow me as I headed for a wooden beam that lay on the ground, separating the road from the clinic’s land. I sat with my back to the road, and Emmett sat a few feet away.
"I’m going to tell you something I haven’t told very m
