Chapter Thirteen
After cruising around the neighboring streets and parks in Crush’s Porsche, they finally found Teri at the Los Alamos Athletic Field. She was hunched in the grassy margin along the baseball diamond, arms wrapped around her knees, rocking back and forth.
With his longer legs, Crush got to her first. He dropped next to her. “Honey, it’ll be all right. I’ve seen worse.”
She buried her face into her knees and didn’t answer. Wendy crouched next to her on her other side. “Sweetheart, talk to us. Come on. You don’t have to go through this alone.”
Teri lifted her face and gave her a scathing look from tear-reddened eyes. “Talk to you? That’s ironic.”
“Excuse me?”
“Why should I talk to you when you don’t talk to me?” she asked fiercely. “Not that it matters now. It’s too late
