Chapter 10
We didn’t speak much during the ride back to Celia’s house. There was simply too much to say, too many questions to ask and to answer. I had no clue where to start, and apparently my mother didn’t either.
So instead, I focused on a road that was barely visible between fast-moving wiper blades. And when we pulled up in front of what appeared to be a nice but not-too-flashy home on the outskirts of town, my mother accepted my request that she stay in the car with doors locked while I checked out the house and yard.
After all, Celia had been threatened twice that day and the cops had questioned us long enough that it was now nearly dark. I couldn’t stomach the thought of my one-body mother walking into danger with neither blade nor fangs to protect her.
“Do you want to take you
