>Sebastian
Lynlee sat in the passenger seat quietly. It wasn’t that she was chatty or loud per se like Seguin that made me worry. I peeked at her multiple times from the corner of my eye. I could tell she was controlling her breathing. Tear tracks stained her cheeks, but she wasn’t audibly sobbing or screaming. Any time I’d been witness to a broken bone, the person had been very loud about that pain.
I could feel my phone going off with text message notifications from my pocket. I was too focused on getting her to the emergency room to try and check them. I wasn’t the last one out of the locker room or the lot, so I was sure news was spreading about what had just happened. There were going to be questions.
Until I figured out what had just happened, I couldn’t answer them.
I made
