8
Tomorrow night couldn’t come soon enough, but the slow day passed and Nena found herself in the car with Peter at the wheel and Jack beside her. The distance to her dad’s apartment wasn’t very far, but every block felt like an hour for Nena. She sat on the edge of the seat and clenched her hands together in her lap as she thought of the coming meeting.
“‘Sorry for disappearing, I was fighting Death’. . .” she muttered to herself.
“The less he knows the better,” Jack reminded her.
She glared at him. “So what would you say to your dad if you’d been missing all this time?”
He grinned at her. “‘Hope you’ve got a pint waiting for me.’”
Nena rolled her eyes. “I’m sorry I asked. . .” Peter pulled the car off and parked. She looked out and frowned before she glanced over her shoulde
