She told Carl to stay with Frances, and she drove downtown, nearly the same route she’d taken to St. Benedict’s on the days she’d dropped Rob off. She parked and placed one foot in front of the other until she stood in the cold, metallic room that smelled of chemicals, and watched the coroner fold the white sheet down from her son’s face. She nodded and said, “Yeah, that’s Shawn, that’s my son.” From there, she drove straight to work.
