CHAPTER TEN
She had her mother’s address on a folded Post-it note in her wallet. She’d tucked it away there two years ago, knowing that at some point in her life, she’d have to speak to the woman. She had known from as early as the age of eighteen that their paths would have to cross again. And based on the few awkward conversations they’d had over the last ten years, it was obvious that any meeting would not be a pleasant one.
Still, Mackenzie found herself sitting in the parking lot of the motel she had been staying in, looking at that Post-it note. Boone’s Mill, Nebraska. She’d gotten out of Morrill County, not returning after she had come out of the psychiatric home. She’d been living in Boone’s Mill for eight years, a little over two hours from where Mackenzie currently sat. So whil
