Chapter 24Janet had ridden to the hospital in the squad that she’d called to come for her mother. Leslie’s car was still in the nearly vacant visitor parking lot since, exhausted, she’d ridden home with Bob but Janet didn’t have a key for it. I couldn’t, in good conscience, leave her to fend for herself anyway, even if she had, had access to the car.
After bundling her into my own vehicle in the coolness of the night and getting the address to her family home since I’d never been there, we were off. We rode in silence, Janet lost in her misery and me reliving my own pain of loss and the depression that followed it.
“This is it, right here.” They were the only words she’d spoken in more than ten minutes. She pointed to a craftsman style bungalow on the right side of a residential street i
