I let Hazel explain in her own words.

PART 25

Five years after the day Tiffany dropped a bill into the dust, I drove past that same stretch of road.

The market had been repaired and reopened, and the shoulder where Megan had walked was lined with new grass.

I pulled over for a moment.

The old Garrett would have called that encounter a humiliation.

He would have blamed the woman who’d forced him to confront what he didn’t know.

He would have reached for his phone and arranged for somebody else to handle the discomfort.