Kasey said Wednesday morning. “There’s too much for Jake to deal with on his own. But I’m taking you to see Race, first. He’s worried about you, and he doesn’t have the strength for it. He needs to know that you’re all right.” Tired and irritable, I poked at the scrambled eggs she’d fixed me. My dreams the night before hadn’t been as bad as they were right after the wreck, but they’d still cut into my sleep. “Why should I care what he needs?” I mumbled. “He never asked me what I needed when he got in that damned car with a lousy helmet.” A brief war played over Kasey’s face. Understanding battled with annoyance, and finally a pained look of patience won out. “I know you’re angry, Cody. On some level I am, too. But neither of us is anywhere near as angry with Race as he is with himself.” “That’s his problem.” The look of patience evaporated. “I’m beginning to get tired of your attitude. The thing you have to realize is that you’re staying with me for Race’s benefit as much as your own.
