“That car accident. It was, ah… a lot worse than I said it was,” she said, rubbing the back of her head. “That’s why I had to take an Uber over to the diner.”
My mouth went dry. “What happened?” I asked, barely able to get the words out.
Abi cleared her throat and looked down at her hands. “I shouldn’t have been driving,” she admitted as she picked at the chipped, pink nail polish. “But my cousin called and said our grandpa had fallen. She thought he’d broken his hip. She called the ambulance to get him to the hospital, but her brother was the one with him, and she needed a ride.” Abi cleared her throat once more and looked at me with uncertainty. “I was driving too fast. My car dipped off the road when I took a turn too wide, and the shoulder must have been soft or something. It was lik
