Fourteen
“HEY, ARE YOU AWAKE?”
I’m staring out the window of Helen’s car as we travel I-70 towards Baltimore. Her voice startles me.
“Huh, what?” I say and turn to her.
She glances at me before returning to the road. “I asked if you were awake.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m awake,” I say, stretching. “I’ve been awake the whole time.”
“You haven’t said a word since we left Myerton,” Helen says.
“Sorry,” I say, reaching for the to-go cup of coffee in her cup holder. We had stopped by The Perfect Cup on our way out of town. “I have a lot on my mind.”
“Trying to figure out what to tell the Archbishop about Father Leonard when you see him, huh? What are you going to tell him?”
I shift in my seat, kicking aside the fast food wrappers covering the floorboard of her sedan. “I haven’t decided yet. I h
