She spoke before I could. “Audra? Are you all right?” She knew. She already knew about the accident. “Why wouldn’t I be?” “I just talked to Kyle and he said your brakes had been cut!” “Wait—you said you didn’t know Kyle.” And how did he know about my brakes? My head pounded. Mom came into the living room in sweatpants. I covered the phone, whispered, “Ricky will tell you,” and headed for my room. “I don’t,” Nascha was saying. “Daniel called me, and then he put Kyle on. I guess the police were there, and Kyle was worried about you, but he didn’t have your phone number. Daniel thought I might have it.” I sank to my bed. After I sorted through what she’d said, it made sense. I’d taken Kyle’s number but hadn’t given him mine. Daniel knew that I knew Nascha and knew about her good memory for numbers. And of course the police would go there and ask questions, after what I told them. “Audra? Are you there? Are you all right?” “Yeah, I’m all right.
