Chapter 298. A Girl.
SEDONA
The appointment was at ten on a Wednesday. And by nine-fifty, we were waiting in the waiting room of the imaging clinic. I was accompanied by Dante and my mother.
She had offered to wait in the car. This had lasted approximately eight minutes before she appeared in the waiting room with two cups of tea she'd produced from somewhere and the expression of a woman who had decided the car was too far away for something this important.
"I'll stay in the waiting room, settling into a chair with her tea. I just want to be close."
Dante looked at me.
"I've learned that certain things are simply true."
The sonographer was a calm, efficient woman. She'd clearly spent years conducting appointments for families ranging from nervously quiet to loudly enthusiastic, and
