When we stepped outside, heavy clouds stole the sunlight and wiped the sky gray. Drops of rain dotted the sidewalk. They cooled my skin and helped ease my anger, but once inside his car, the smell of cinnamon jostled my brain. I jabbed at the window button and breathed in the scent of raindrops.

Jo started the car, still looking at me. "We're going to the graveyard first."

"What for?"

"So you can visit your mom. And maybe get your Tram fix." She settled the ...