The red ink of Desmond’s mirror message was still on my hands as I drove. It had stained my steering wheel and probably a lot more when I exited Mason’s house after vigorously rubbing the disturbing words on the mirror. I was leaving without entering Mom’s house again and giving them a reason for my absence. It didn’t matter as my destination was nearby. The road was bustling. In whatever direction I moved my gaze, I found myself surrounded by vehicles and people. Why did it all feel ...