PART 2 I fell to my knees in front of her wheelchair. My mother put her shaking hands on my face, like she was making sure I was real. “She said a car accident,” Mom whispered. “In April. She said you were gone and there wasn’t a funeral because Denver was too far. I cried every night. I made you a scarf anyway. I didn’t know why. I just kept making it.”

PART 2 I fell to my knees in front of her wheelchair. My mother put her shaking hands on my face, like she was making sure I was real. “She…

PART 2 “The truck stop motel,” I said. “Room 6.” Vic didn’t say another word. He dropped the clipboard in the snow and ran to his pickup. I followed him in my own car. I don’t know why. I just did. PART 2 “The truck stop motel,” I said. “Room 6.” Vic didn’t say another word. He dropped the clipboard in the snow and ran to his pickup. I followed him in my own car. I don’t know why. I just did.

PART 2 “The truck stop motel,” I said. “Room 6.” Vic didn’t say another word. He dropped the clipboard in the snow and ran to his pickup. I followed him…