RIVER
Mrs. Wilson's car backed out of the driveway, and I was already rushing to the window, watching the taillights fade.
She had told me she’d only be gone a short while, just tying up some loose ends at work before taking her three-week leave to stay with me while I recovered. Which meant once she returned, I’d be trapped.
So the second she disappeared from sight, I pivoted and tore up the stairs, grabbed Lexi’s car keys, and ran back down two steps at a time. My body still ached and my hand throbbed, but I didn’t care. I needed to see Lexi and know she was okay.
The engine roared to life, and I gripped the wheel tighter, driving one-handed like I had done before on the countless times I’d been banged up from hockey or fights and had to drive my mom’s car anyway. But this time it
