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Seventy-Six

BJ

I was with Henry when I got the call.

I’m her emergency contact, I guess.

There’d been an accident. That’s all I knew.

They took her to St Thomas, that was the closest hospital.

I haven’t spoken to her in nearly two days to make a fucking point, and for what? To tell her without telling her that she hurt me? To hurt her back?

I wasn’t doing anything, sitting at home playing Madden with Henry when the phone rang.

Went pale.

Hen’s good in a crisis.

“What?” He stared over at me.

“Parks was in a car crash,” I told him, voice sounded foreign. Far away.

He jumped to his feet. “Where?”

I shake my head. “I don’t know.”

Grabbed me by the shoulders. “BJ, think.”

I frown, trying to remember.

“Thomas.” I blinked. “St Thomas.”

Henry nodded, grabbed his keys, flung a sweater at me. Pushed me out the door.

He called the boys on the way, told them. I think he called Tausie after that.

I should call her family, right? Someone should. Should be me — but I can’t speak. Besides, I am her family.

I bang my fist on Henry’s dashboard.

“Can’t you fucking drive faster?”

He looks over at me, watches me for a few seconds. “Beej, she’s going to be okay.”

I give him a long look. “You don’t know that.”

“I do.” He nods. “This isn’t how it ends.”

I state over at him. “How do you know?”

He swallows. Looks back at the road.

“Jesus, Henry — the last thing I said to her—” I shake my head at myself. Press my hand into my mouth. Feel sick.

“Yeah?” He frowns.

I lick my bottom lip. My eyes have gone weird, everything’s blurry. “I don’t trust you for shit.”

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