Bonnie wasn’t sure how she got to her parents’ house, only that it suddenly loomed in front of her. Someone opened the passenger door, and she looked up into the stormy sky to see Sam’s face.
He took her hand and guided her up the glistening sidewalk. Had it rained? Was God weeping for the loss of her father?
The numbness that had seeped into her muscles turned into fire, and a sob shook her chest. “Sam,” she moaned.
“It’s all right, sweetheart,” he whispered, his strong arms forcing her to keep moving. “Come on. You can do this.”
She breathed, and life flowed into her body. “I can do this.”
“You can do this. Your mom needs your help.” Sam stepped and Bonnie went with him. They went in the house, and Bonnie couldn’t see through all the water in her eyes.
Mom came out of the kitchen,
