“You get any sleep?” Rosa asks me the next morning.
“No, plenty of tossing and turning,” I say.
“Same. I thought I’d sleep, we spent the entire afternoon running around and trying to help, not to mention, you know, all morning fighting.”
I nod. I wasn’t surprised I didn’t sleep, my mind full of wonders and worries, full of plans and plots to make Pierce feel even an ounce of the pain I feel. I can’t think of anything that would be good, or rather bad, enough. But from a pure body exhaustion standpoint, I was running on fumes. My body had wanted rest. My mind wouldn’t give it to me.
I turn the wheel of the car, taking the sharp left out of Rosa’s long driveway. Rosa had gone home around two in the morning, and we were up bright and early to go see my father. And my mother. And, if it di
