Chapter 109

But there is no path behind us, just trees and swatches of sunlight, and maybe a glimmer through the branches that might be our car. Dread rises in me again but I talk it away, telling Dan of how Aunt Jessie pulled to a stop in front of me, told me to get in the car. How she took the long way home, right out of town and then turning around, heading back. What she’s doing here, what she hopes for, why she came and what she has to apologize for, even if it’s too late to say she’s sorry in person. “An abortion?” he asks, unsure. “They hate her because she had an abortion?”

“This is my family,” I remind him. Around us the trees are starting to thin, and I swear I hear the trickle of running water up ahead. “They don’t really need a good reason to hate someone.”