Chapter Thirteen
I guess it was bound to happen eventually, but I still wasn’t prepared when it did.
Thirteen days after Eva’s Labor Day party—a.k.a. the night Mason Lowe almost kissed me mouth to mouth and thereafter totally abandoned me—Sarah had her first seizure. Well, her first one around me, anyway.
Yeah, I totally freaked.
One second, I was assisting my little buddy in the bathtub, making her giggle over the corniest knock-knock jokes on the planet. The next she was lurching from her bathing chair, her entire body convulsing. It was a miracle I caught her slippery, wet torso before she took a serious nosedive.
“Sarah?” I screamed. “Oh, God. What’s wrong? What’s wrong, baby?”
She couldn’t answer me. I had to clutch her tight so she didn’t shake right out of my arms. It took me
