Chapter 14

On Memoir: It was endless dark in every direction. The kind of dark that would swallow you up if you weren’t paying attention.

It was endless dark in every direction. The kind of dark that would swallow you up if you weren’t paying attention. Mom had one hand on the steering wheel and the other was propped up on the truck window that was down just a crack. The blue glow of the dash reflected in her tired eyes. Van Halen’s “Runnin’ with the Devil” played over the stereo.

Mom’s fr…