Photographic MemoryChapter 16
I sat quietly and drove the car, waiting to see if Heather might continue with the story. She was silent for a while, and when I looked up I could see the tears in her eyes. I started to pull the car over. She looked me in the eye before she spoke. "Don't you dare stop the car!" "Huh?" "If you stop, I won't tell you anything else." "Heather, you're crying." "I know! Look, you drive, I'll talk. I can't do this if you look at me." "Okay, sorry." "Go, go." "Just keep...