Oliver
Mother didn’t fly to Dallas. She drove. Mother flew out of the car, her fury propelling her up to Camile"s porch. I stand rooted in place, unable to tear my eyes away from her.
"Oh, Oliver, my darling," she says, her voice quivering with emotion. She wraps her arms around me, squeezing me so tight that I can feel my chest caving in. "Thank God you"re still in one piece!"
"Mom?" I stammer. "What are you doing here?"
"Did you see the news?" she asks, her breath hot and heavy on my neck. "You"re all over it."
"No,” I gasp.
"I felt a deep-seated instinct that something more sinister was afoot here." She grabs me by both shoulders, her eyes burning into mine like fire. "Truly, there is someone watching over you."
I take a deep breath, trying to hide the fear in my voice. I think o
