Streetlights slid up the windshield of their neighbor’s car as they drove through town. Justin sat in the back of the car, holding a whimpering Scarlett, as the neighbor drove. They didn’t have a car seat—another thing for Justin to feel like a failure about, since he could have brought the one from his shitty car—but at least they were on their way to the hospital now. Wyatt and Harper were in the back with him. Harper was staring resolutely out the window at the closed up storefronts they passed.
Justin cleared his throat. “Thank you. Thank you for doing this.”
“It’s not a problem,” the guy said, and Justin wished he could remember his name. Was it Dale? Darryl? He’d said it, back at his house, but Justin had missed it because he’d been having a goddamn breakdown or whatever the f**k t
