I read it twice, standing there in the alley with the last of the daylight going gray around us, and the second read didn't make it feel any less like the ground opening underneath me.
Surveillance ended the same day my father died.
"You think it's connected," I said.
"I'm not sure what I think yet. I think I'm scared to think it all the way through, because if it's connected, that means someone made a choice about the timing of his death, and I don't have room in my chest for that today on top of everything else." Her voice had gone thin at the edges, the first real fracture I'd heard in it since the assembly ended. "I need to sit down somewhere that isn't an alley."
We didn't go back to Cole's. I didn't ask her opinion on it, just drove, and she let me, which told me more than anythi
