He reverses without a word and pulls out of the driveway. I tug my seatbelt back on, watching his hands which are tight on the wheel.
He's so mad.
I dial Brent's number. He sounds so sleepy when he answers, and I quickly inform him that Krystal got hurt and I'm headed to the hospital. Before I'm even done explaining, he's pulling drawers open and yelling that he's on his way.
It's really nice to see Brent worrying about someone other than himself.
"I don't get it." Ryder seethes. "My sister was in an accident but you were called and I wasn't? Who was that?"
"Clay. You know him?"
"Clay? Like the soil?"
"Yeah, like the soil."
"The name sounds mildly familiar."
"He said that you two met back in college. He used to be friends with Brent."
He blinks.
"I remember him. And you're
