(Lena)
Work kept me busy for most of the afternoon.
The Evan Hale project needed attention and I was grateful for it. Numbers and schedules were easier to deal with than feelings. By five o'clock I had worked through most of what had been waiting on my desk.
I left the office a little after six.
Traffic was steady but moving. I had the radio on low and my thoughts drifting between my mother's hospital room and everything she'd said. Nothing felt settled yet, but it felt different than it had yesterday.
I stopped at a red light near a shopping plaza.
My attention shifted to the sidewalk.
A woman was walking slowly along the edge of the road carrying a worn tote bag. Her head was down and one side of her blouse was dusty. It took me a second to recognize her.
Evelyn.
I frowned immed
