“I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, me, too,” Jamey said as he swallowed a yawn.
Dr. Melloy slowed down and took another left, heading down into a neighborhood, with houses half-hidden by trees, then up, slowing down again as she drove past a church. She turned left into a half-circle, passing the fork in a driveway and parked by a thicket of bushes. The yard was thick with azaleas, divided by a walkway framed by oak trees that led to a low one-story house with a separate garage in the back. A really big cat sat on the front step and a blue Volkswagen was parked in front of the garage at the end of the driveway’s fork.
“Guys, wrap up in those blankets,” Dr. Melloy said as she got out. “Follow me.”
They came slowly behind her, Jamey hopping on foot, holding on to Henry and the blanket. He tried to put
