The steering wheel of the SUV felt like a cold, skeletal hand beneath my palms. I didn't slow down as the headlights caught Leo’s silhouette. He looked small standing there behind the megaphone, backed by those identical white cars a line of sterile, clinical predators. I gripped the wheel until the skin on my knuckles split, the blackish red fluid from my veins staining the leather.
"Stop the car, Esther!" Leo’s voice cracked over the speaker, distorted by the wind. "You’re sick! You’re going to kill yourself for a boy who doesn't even remember your name!"
I didn't hit the brakes. I hit the accelerator.
"I love him beyond words, Leo," I whispered, the words vibrating through my jaw. "And words are all you ever had."
I slammed into the gap between two of the white cars. The impact was
