What on earth had he been thinking to reveal his failure to Kristin? He never talked about that day or the torment of regret that rode him hard. But maybe seeing Kristin at Sue Hyong’s funeral—clearly mourning the loss of her friend—had shown him how deeply she cared for those around her. And apparently a part of him really wanted to be cared for. But she was right. He hadn’t forgiven himself, and he doubted God had either. His family said they had, but how could they? He didn’t deserve to be forgiven. Kristin came out of her bedroom carrying a satchel slung over her shoulder. “I’m ready.” Stuffing his private pain back into his own little box in his soul, Andy composed himself. “Let’s go.” He made a sweeping gesture toward the door. He drove her to the Hilton in mid-town and paid for a single room. After settling Kristin inside, he stepped to the door.
