Owen doesn"t say much on the way home, but I explain what happened the best way I can.
“He"s going to be fine, right?” Owen finally asks.
“Yep, he"ll pull through. Might take a little while, though,” I tell him as I keep my eyes on the road. I"m a nervous wreck on the way home because I know how dangerous it is to drive these roads at night. There is no shoulder, and deer will often run out in front of vehicles. Though my mind is running a million miles per hour, I keep my eyes on the road and focus. When I finally turn into my driveway, I let out a relieved breath. Tomorrow when I visit Noah, I"ll take Owen to my mother"s. He was supposed to go to Loretta"s, but no way in hell am I letting her close to my son, not until I know her involvement.
I slept like s**t and woke up exhausted. A
