Chapter 29

When we stepped outside, heavy clouds stole the sunlight and wiped the sky gray. Drops of rain dotted the sidewalk. They cooled my skin and helped ease my anger, but once inside his car, the smell of cinnamon jostled my brain. I jabbed at the window button and breathed in the scent of raindrops.

Jo started the car, still looking at me. "We're going to the graveyard first."

"What for?"

"So you can visit your mom. And maybe get your Tram fix." She settled the sunglasses on her nose, put the car in gear, and started down the road.

I scratched my spider bite and nodded, though I doubted he would be there.

"Are you going to tell me why he hangs out at the graveyard?" she asked, rolling down her window, too. "Does he work there or something?"

"Yeah." That's all the explanation I could give. The talk about what Tram really was would have to wait until after I saw him again. Otherwise, it would hurt too much, and I'd already had an overload of pain today.