The Blind Faith Hotel [antikvár]

CHAPTER Ihe last time Zoe saw her father, he was out on the water, drifting away.The last time. Was it.^ Things were uncertain. She could never be sure.This is what she knew for a fact: She'd been lying awake, staring out her window at the moonless dark, when her father came to tell her it was time to go. She pulled on a fleece jacket over the T-shirt and sweatpants she'd worn to bed and went down the hall to throw cold water on her face. They were waiting for her, all of them, outside in the car with the motor running, white smoke rising like a ghost in the blue-black sky.They drove the curving road along the bay in silence. Her mother and father were in the front seat of their old red Subaru station wagon. Zoe sat in the middle in back, where she always sat, with her seventeen-year-old sister, Nelia, and six-year-old brother, Oliver, on either side of her. She looked past them, peering through the mist-soaked windows at the blurry world, trying to drown out her thoughts by listening to the creak and moan of the windshield wipers. The lights from the cars