Damian’s Point of View
“If she were in a lot of pain, I don’t think she’d tell either of us,” I said, folding my arms over my chest and leaning back in my chair now. I tilted my head up to the ceiling, staring up at the spotted white tiles. It was about as good of an answer as I could possibly give, the only one that was likely the real truth. In all honesty, I knew Carolyn had to be in pain. I’d seen her flinching in the ambulance, cradling her arm a little tighter with every bump that we went over. In that short drive, I counted no less than ten times where I'd found myself wanting to write very strongly worded letters to the town about their road conditions.
My thoughts had been alternating violently back and forth between that, and all the terrible things I wanted to do to Nicholas
