Chapter 8
(Seattle, Thursday, September 25, 2013)
JANET ANDREWS SAT IN her car down the block from the Emergency Pregnancy Care Center and wondered if she had lost her mind. What was she doing? She was relieved when no voices answered her question. Who had told her that you didn’t have to worry that you were crazy for talking to yourself—not until someone answered? Her father, she remembered suddenly. He used to say that. She turned away from the thought.
She’d had a hard time keeping her mind on work all morning. The picture of her son seemed to call to her. She resisted the urge to pull it out of her purse. What was he like? What did his voice sound like? Like her father’s, she imagined.
She made a few calls: to the office that handled Tim Brandt’s scholarship, and to payroll to get
