“I saw the paper this morning. I didn’t know what happened to you. You didn’t show for the dance and I was angry that I read your signals wrong. I thought for sure you’d be there. But you never showed. Then you were out the whole week. Becca spread some B.S. rumors about you moving in with your dad and wanting to switch schools because you didn’t like the kids here. I thought she was crazy, but as the week went on, it was easier to believe. I never should have believed her.” This was the most I had ever heard come out of his mouth. Ever. “Are you ok?” he asked. I nodded. “This last week sucked. First I thought you wanted nothing to do with me, then Becca tells me you moved away, and then I find out you were in some horrid accident. No moving away and no more accidents.” He looked so intensely at me, I found it hard to breathe. “I’ll try my best. Did you see that the guy who hit us was the same one who hit the dog?”
