Chapter 28

Why was I thinking these things?

I wanted Charlie to be sitting in the passenger seat next to me. Of course I did. It was the only thing I could think of that would make any of this feel better. But I couldn’t do that to him. Use him like that. Lean on him at a time like this. It wouldn’t be fair. Wouldn’t be proper. I was, after all, his boss. If anyone should know how to deal with death, it should be me.

Anyway, he was probably still mad at me, and I wouldn’t blame him.

As I neared Southaven, not far outside of Memphis, I looked down and realized my gas gauge was almost on empty. I hadn’t bothered to check. I took the first exit I could find and pulled over at an all-nite gas station to fill up.

The air was biting and cold. My fingers trembled from the cold.

What was I doing, driving to Memphis? How was this helping anything?

My brain couldn’t seem to focus, to think, to reason things out.

I got back in the truck, pulled out my phone, called Gracie.