I thought about sprinting back to my Grandma Frost’s house and telling her what had happened, but there was nothing she could do. The SUV was probably long gone, and I hadn’t gotten a look at the license plate. The bus made my decision for me. Just as I’d taken a few tentative steps back to Grandma’s house, the vehicle pulled up to the curb and the door opened. I bit my lip. As much as I wanted to run back to the safety of Grandma Frost’s house, I didn’t want to be late for my shift at the library either. Nickamedes already watched me like a hawk. I didn’t want him to know the real reason I was late all the time. I don’t know what I’d do if I couldn’t see my grandma whenever I wanted to. So I sighed and trudged onto the bus. I peered out the window the whole ride back up to Cypress Mountain, but I didn’t see the black SUV that had almost mowed me down. No, that’s not quite right. I saw lots of black cars—I just couldn’t tell if the person who’d nearly plowed into me was driving any of them.
