23LandryIt was the longest half hour of my life. More like twenty minutes at the speed I was keeping. It could have been a year for all I knew. It stretched out forever. Every minute that passed was one more minute when Gina could’ve been taken away. When Jessie could’ve been taken away. I couldn’t go fast enough. I had to go faster.
For some reason, the face I thought of when I rode wasn’t Jessie’s, or Gina’s. It was my foster mother’s. s**t, when was the last time I thought about her? Years. Probably not since right after I left that terrible place. She was a religious woman. She always wore a cross around her neck, always went to church. I remembered walking past her bedroom door sometimes at night, before bed. It would be open, and she’d be kneeling at the side of it. Saying prayers.
