Chapter 38: Saving Cookie Wookie“There it is,” Jackson said softly as he pulled into the driveway at Mama’s house the next morning after I’d been released from the hospital.
I stared at Mama’s house in stunned silence.
What a frikkin’ mess.
Mama helped me out of the Jeep, and I surveyed the scene, and it was not long before I burst into tears. Noah put his arm around my waist and hugged me, upset that I was upset, starting to cry himself because I was crying.
The crying was a bad idea, but I couldn’t help it. It made my face hurt. Sharp, stabbing pains flooded the back of my head. It was no one’s fault but my own, as I had insisted on coming to see Mama’s house.
“Easy,” Jackson said. “Breathe through your mouth.”
I opened my mouth and gulped down air, trying to get hold of myself. It
