Four days later, Killian crashed his car.
I heard from Kade. He called me at two in the morning, his voice stripped of everything except the facts. Killian had been driving late, well above the speed limit on the highway leaving the city, and he had gone off the road. The car was destroyed. He was alive. That was the first thing Kade said and the relief in those words was the only time I had ever heard his voice break.
I was at the hospital in twenty minutes.
Eloise was already there when I arrived, sitting in a plastic chair in the waiting area with her hands folded and her back straight, the posture of a woman who had learned to hold herself together in places like this. Madden was at the window, turned away from the room, staring at the parking lot.
Kade was by the door when I came
