Chapter 94 Assemblage V

• In fact, she’d stolen it from a tacky hotel when I was seven. Back when my dad had still been around. We’d stayed in places like that most of my life until he finally disappeared for good. She’d taken that clock and the fifty bucks he’d left us and we’d driven east until we landed in the middle of New York.
• And that was where we stayed.
• Our life had been penny pinching and extra shifts and crappy little apartments until I’d scraped together enough to get us this house. When the doctor had told me—told us—that she didn’t have much time.