here. I took the back roads because I thought I wouldn’t get caught.”
He laughed. A dry, broken laugh.
“I didn’t even see the minivan. I didn’t even hit the brakes.”
I didn’t know what to say. So I didn’t say anything.
“Her mama lived,” he said. “Emma was in the back seat. On the driver’s side. I came over the center line doing sixty-five. I hit the exact continue reading …
