CHAPTER FOUR
Harley took Route 25 from Albuquerque to Santa Fe, her journey framed by the Jemez Mountains to the northwest and the Sangre de Cristo to the north. As she shadowed the Rio Grande, passing some of North America’s oldest settlements, she pictured her father’s angry face as he stared out the window, ignoring her very existence.
She had thought that, after all these years and with death at the door, her father might finally open up about what had happened to Kelly. He might even accept responsibility for neglecting Greg and Harley.
Instead, he had ripped the bandage off the wound.
Will we ever understand one another? she thought bleakly. Greg would stay with him to the bitter end, but Harley couldn’t do the same. It was too toxic, being around him, too painful. They seemed to
