Chapter 22Where R We?FinnHe was telling an empty dress he loved her and that he was sorry. If he wanted to pretend she was real, couldn’t he have at least put the dress on the mannequin? I was thinking crazy, too. The guy stopped talking. Time crept on in painfully slow increments. The reek of mildew was nauseating.
It seemed like we’d been driving a long time, over an hour. We had even lost the energy to swap nervous glances. My brain and body went numb. Silence scooted closer yet, and we were sweating on one another. That was about all we could do. We sat there, feeling miserable and trying not to make a sound. Then my entire system was jolted when the old man said, “I’m sorry, Laney. My beautiful, Laney.” His words echoed through the too-quiet van and woke us both up.
We shared a look
