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“You’re okay?”
“Yes?” I answer like a question. Of course, I’m okay. Why would she assume otherwise?
“You promised to call.”
“I know. I’m a bad friend. It was just—”
“How is he?”
“Who?”
“Hold on.” All the sound in the background behind her stops. “You don’t know?”
“Don’t know what, Bean? You’re scaring me.”
“Layton Ranger was in an accident.” She keeps talking, but my blood runs cold. I drop the phone and fumble as I try to catch it.
“Wait. Wait. Wait,” I scream as I feel the floor mat for it.
I find it, dusted in fuzz and crumbs and press it to my face, feeling the debris press into my skin.
“Start over.” I take a deep breath. “Start over, Bean.”
I hear words, but their meaning eludes me.Guardrail. Airborne. Tuesday night. Jaws of life. Life flighted. Intensive care. Coma.
My vision goes white.
My hearing tunnels.
And I’m gone.
Moments slip by. I wake in the driveway of Dr. Silverberg’s beach house driveway, car still in park, to Kyle’s whimpers, and to Bean’s screams from my phone. It’s on the floor again, and I leave it there.
“I’m here, Bean. Hang on.” I yell as I push buttons on the steering wheel willing the Bluetooth to connect. After a couple of tries, I hear her through the speakers. “You there?”
Kyle’s head pokes through the seats, and he stares at me.
“I’m here. What happened?”
“I think I passed out.”
“Why?”
“Shock?” I scratch Kyle’s chin from my slouched position in the driver’s seat.
“Are you asking me?”
“I slept with him, Bean.” I close my eyes and palm my clammy forehead. “Tuesday night. Well, day. And night…”
“What? Is that why you went radio silent?”
“No.”
“You need to talk to me, Livy. What the hell is going on?”
I tell her about the meeting where I was ambushed and his reaction, what followed on Monday night, and finally about Tuesday. Not in detail, but enough.
“And he left here and—”
