She opened her car door and felt her mother still tugging at her arm.
“Promise me,” Kathleen O’Dell said in a tone that reminded Maggie of when she was a little girl. Her mother would insist Maggie promise not to tell one of a variety of indiscretions her mother would have committed that week.
“You don’t have to worry,” Maggie said, pulling her arm away and escaping the car, escaping her mother’s hold.
“My, my, what a mess,” the state trooper called out, his hands on his belt buckle as he approached.
He glanced at Maggie’s car then continued to the bumper where he came to a stop. He looked from one vehicle to another then back, shaking his head, his mirrored sunglasses giving Maggie a view of the wreckage in reverse of what he saw.
He was young. Even without seeing his eyes she could
