CHAPTER NINE
When she came to her apartment, she already knew that she was not going to stop. When that wave of emotion had crashed against her heart and finally broke her in the police station parking lot, it had brought something with it. Just like an ocean wave bringing shells and kelp and other detritus from the ocean floor to the shore, her wave had brought something else as well.
It had brought an unsettled feeling about her father. And it was that feeling that had her coasting by her apartment building and toward the ramp for the interstate. It was nearly a two-and-a-half-hour drive to the Somerset Correctional Facility in Pennsylvania, the prison that her father had been held in for nearly twenty years now. But she figured that would give her plenty of time to clear her head and
