On the way there, I popped a couple of the pain pills, hoping to take all of the unbearable pressure away. My cracked ribs made it so much more difficult for me to breathe that I just wanted to shoot myself in the head.
It took about thirty minutes for me to get across town and to the church. It was a beautiful catholic building that had high stone walls and colorful stained glass windows.
I remember my grandfather bringing us here a couple of times when we were children.
I pulled back my messy hair and twirled it into a bun. I grabbed a pair of shades from the center console and put them on. Hopefully I could conceal the black eye I had had and the severe bruising I had on my cheeks.
It wasn’t much concealment, but it was better than nothing.
I climbed my way out of the car, ho
