Chapter 13
December 1994
The week following his visit to his mother’s, Gerry replayed the conversation he’d had with his sister through his head so many times that he was sure half the memory had been replaced by things he’d since made up. All that thinking wasn’t right. There was no way he should have been devoting so many hours, both awake and asleep, to revisiting issues he’d long since given up on. Worse still, the most frustrating part in fact, was the way his head kept adding a “But what if?” after every imagined conversation.
He never should have let me leave if he really wanted me to stay, Gerry would think. And in the time it took him to flutter his eyelashes, his internal self would already be up and running against the thought.
But what if he couldn’t? What if he wanted to,
