by Andy Straka
“She said it would remind you.”
I nodded. She gave me a hug before stepping into the Saab next to Jake.
In the truck I buckled my belt and looked across at Nicky. “You okay?”
“I'm okay. You think Mom is gonna be all right?”
“I hope so, honey. We can come back to visit whenever you want.”
The Saab lurched away. I pressed the accelerator to follow. Suddenly, as if it were the most natural act in the world, Nicole's good arm draped across the seat, her hand coming to rest against my shoulder. Surprise, Daddy? Welcome home? Passing from the shade of the hospital portico, I could almost think so.
Nicole rolled her eyes and shook her head when I tuned the radio to an oldies station. The Vogues were in the midst of singing “Special Angel,” after all. The clean sky behind branches rushing past reminded us the season was new again, and for the first time I may have caught a glimpse of grace from a higher station, where eyes see earth more clearly and the hunter waits, her quarry known.
Table of Contents
Prologue
Acknowledgments
Prolouge
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
