Cree and I both turned to look at it. We had been there together a couple of times. It was where we found out about Kelsey’s childhood trauma. That was before we confronted Kelsey herself. I said, “I wish we had Velda’s phone number.” “I’m glad we don’t.” That was Glyn talking. I could see her in my rear view mirror, all hunched over. She added, “I couldn’t face any of that family.” “Don’t you want to know how she’s doing?” I asked. She hunched still further. I tried to keep my eyes ahead and not on the mirror. “Glyn, will you stop it? Even if there was something you could have done differently, you didn’t know it at the time and you can’t go back and change it. Try moving forward. There must be something you can do.” Maybe she had to blame herself. Sometimes you have to, but I was getting tired of it. Possibly my constant reassurance was part of what she needed. Still, it would be nice if we could change the tune a little. When we got to my house, Ben’s truck was still there.
