CHAPTER SEVENTY
The ringing in my ears is deafening. For a moment, everything is still. My body refuses to move. Its completely numb from shock. The world feels warped, like I’m underwater.
Then pain sears through my side. My ribs scream. My head throbs. I blink through the dizziness and lift my gaze.
Adam’s car is smoking, its hood crumpled like paper. We’ve spun halfway into the ditch. Glass litters the ground like shards of ice. The old Jeep, that Jeep, is parked diagonally across the road, its front end dented but intact.
The Jeep.
Sheriff Hayward’s old Jeep. The same one Rita drives to school on most days and would sometime drop me off at the bookstore with. Panic claws at my throat. Adam groans beside me, shifting with effort. Blood streaks his forehead, but he’s conscious. Aliv
