Chapter 3Come morning, we found one another yet again. It was less frantic and urgent than before, but it was yet another memory I was glad to have under my belt and in my imagination for the rest of my life. When we finally entered the lobby of the inn, I discovered that there were more like us.
Or rather, many more people like my new friend Garrison.
As he paid for our night at the inn, I wandered into the lobby, and that was where I saw more people with their faces marked by the same conviction and yet frightened by their own need, and each one’s past hovering behind them like shadows.
A woman with her grown son caught my attention more than any other. She wore the same uniform I had once worn, though it was too big in the shoulders and the stitching had also faded. Her son was no mo
