Chapter 19: Dead to Me NowThe next day, after work, I drove to New Albany, not to see my mom but to see two people who might have been my mother-in-law and father-in-law in another life, Mr. and Mrs. Warren. They lived downtown in a solid brick house with fancy columns holding up the front porch. Carefully tended flowerbeds were sprinkled abundantly with color. A small army of rhododendron plants graced the front porch, hanging at evenly spaced intervals. The smell of crepe jasmine drifted on the air.
I knocked hesitantly on the door.
Mr. Warren answered, and he seemed neither surprised nor happy to see me.
With his clipped fingernails and hint of cologne, it’s safe to say that Mr. Warren was not the sort of man you’d bump into at Walmart, but I could easily picture him sitting in front
