Chapter Eighteen
Kennedy
For the rest of the evening, I just wanted to relax. I didn’t want to talk about Jude or anything case related and he knew that. My heart hurt too much to think about any of it. All I wanted was a night to be myself. Easier said than done, but I was going to try. I wished my mother wouldn’t have kept secrets from me, but knowing her, she probably felt as if she was protecting me. I couldn’t imagine the amount of guilt she had lived with all these years. I could’ve helped her if she’d only confided in me.
To get my mind off of everything, I knew exactly what would do it. Being back in Belmont, there was one thing the city had that Vermont and Wyoming didn’t … Bojangles. It had been months since I’ve tasted some good fried chicken. I liked to drizzle honey over th
