I hear Hanna’s footsteps before she enters the dining room. With every step she takes toward Mrs. Sullivan, I hear my heart beating fast against my chest. My dad died while drunk driving. I know Jason’s parents died because a drunk driver hit their car. Please, God. My dad could’ve hit anyone the night he died. Please don’t let it be Jason’s parents.
“Here, you go, Jason,” Mrs. Sullivan says, placing a file in front of Jason.
Jason quickly opens the file. There are pictures inside from the accident.
“If you look at the truck that hit your parents and the one with the man holding Eleanor in his arms, you can tell immediately that they are the same.” Mrs. Sullivan says, pointing to the pictures. Jason has them laid out on the dining table. “Eleanor, what day did your dad die?”
“December
