I read the letter twice, trying to make the words stick in my brain, but they kept breaking apart. I couldn"t seem to wrap my head around the concepts. Things like prison, dead, no happy ending-- they couldn"t be true, I didn"t want them to be true. All my life, I"d been looking for a man who wasn"t there, who didn"t even know I existed.
prison, dead, no happy ending-- "You look so pale, Jamie. Are you alright?" my aunt asked. "I know it"s a lot to--"
"I"m sorry," I said, "I have to go."
She took my hand and squeezed it. "Why don"t you stay for dinner? Adam will be home soon with the dogs. I know he"d love to see you."
I shook my head. "I can"t, Aunt Peg. I need to be alone right now."
On the short drive to my house on Polk Street, I tried to clear my head and think about nothing. Wh
