Naime’s heart pounded so hard she could hear it in her ears.
In the rearview mirror, the world had narrowed to a single image. Drevin stood frozen beside his car, his hand still gripping the door, his face drained of color as his eyes locked on Diego. Shock rippled across his features, followed by something darker, something that made her stomach twist.
He recognized him.
A sharp tremor ran through her fingers on the steering wheel. Her phone lay faceup on the passenger seat, the screen lit with missed calls. Teacher Sara. Five of them. The sight felt like an accusation. Each unanswered ring echoed her failure.
Minutes earlier she had been certain she was about to watch her son die.
The scream of tires had cut through the air. She had seen Diego’s small body step off the curb. Her bre
