Chapter Five
Lincoln propelled himself into the street, on top of the boy, in front of the car. A screech not quite like the movies. Then silence.
Was it over? Had he died?
Noise hit him like a wave. The dog barking, car doors slamming. Feet pounding. Voices. Voices. Voices.
“Get up!” A woman's voice high above all the others. “Theo. Theo.” Rage. Intensity. Fear. “Get up!”
Lincoln stayed inert. He could hear the words, but they made no sense. Get up? Impossible. His limbs were rigid. Locked. Curled around ... around a moving thing. A wriggling thing. A crying, wailing thing.
The boy.
The car. The dog. The cat. The car. He wasn't dead. Lincoln moved his limbs one at a time, unfurling. Romper’s nose pushed at him, his paws ... pawed.
The sky was brighter than it had been. The world b
