Is it possible for guilt to literally eat you alive? By the way my stomach is twisted, I imagine it is.
“What happened?” Adrian asks into the phone.
I can’t hear Julian’s response, but I see Adrian close his eyes and take a deep breath, as though fighting for patience. I can practically hear him counting to ten in his head.
“Okay, just stay there. I’ll be there in half an hour.” He hangs up the phone and gives me a look that holds a thousand regrets. I imagine I’m wearing one to match. “I have to go to the hospital. Julian has been in an accident.”
My heart stops.
“What?” I demand.
“He’s going to be alright. He got drunk and flipped his car. He’s more worried about the police finding it than he is about the hospital.” He sighs again.
“I’m coming.” I say, pulling my clothes b
