As I reach the parking lot, I realize I might not have thought the details of this departure through. Where do I go now? I don’t have a quick way up to St. Louis, assuming that’s where I’m headed next.

I guess I should go back to Maggie’s. I might even want to spend the night there if she’ll let me.

The realization that I have nowhere to sleep makes me second-guess what I’m doing, but I fight that thought back down as soon as I have it. He called my mom ...