Chapter Fourteen
“I don’t want you to go in there. Listen to me on this,” Brad said, getting in his face.
Andy felt as if he were walking through a dream, a very bad one he couldn’t wake from. Past the ache was nothing but a numbness that had him wanting to lean against the wall and shut his eyes. But he couldn’t.
He took in the concrete around him, a sick greenish-white color. Jed was standing with Laura, who was no longer crying, at least.
“I hear you…” Andy said.
Brad had his hand on his shoulder as if that was the only way to reach him. “No you don’t, Andy. I need you to listen to me. You can’t go in there. You can’t see her like this and have that last image of her burned into your memory. You heard what they said. She was beaten pretty bad. You really want to remember her that w
