Chapter 3
His heart cracked, sorrow sticking a fresh blade into his chest. Drew had hoped, even if it sounded morally wrong, that the impaired driver had injured himself and no one else. After all, it would have served them right, kind of like a stroke of instant karma. But the scene before Drew was both upsetting and aggravating. For one thing, the car was absolutely nowhere in sight, the driver having wasted no time in making sure to leave the scene, and why not? Why stick around to take responsibility for what they’d done or risk crossing paths with a cop? They probably didn’t even bother to look in their rearview mirror as they sped off.
Too bad.
They might have glimpsed the lives they changed.
Laying toward the far side of the road was a dog, its prone form giving little hope it s
