Chapter 272 – All Nighter

• Kent and I – we stay up for hours as he spins out the story of my mother’s past. I get quite mad at him, of course, for taking so long to tell me about it.
• “Why didn’t you tell me any of this?” I ask, resting my head on the pillows, ignoring the cramping low in my stomach for now – too tired to worry about it. Hell, I’m even too tired to glare at Kent, even though he deserves it.
• “Because it didn’t matter,” he sighs. “She was dead – you never talk about her, or seem nostalgic about her. And I never think about those strange times twenty years ago when I was squeezed into a van and then into a gunfight with the woman. It just – honestly, it doesn’t cross my mind.”