CHAPTER 34
Mace
I don’t understand it. It can’t be happening. None of this is real.
It’s a dream. That’s all it is. One terrible, horrible, no good, very bad dream. Isn’t there a movie about something like that?
I should have never driven all the way back to campus. They tell me that Jessi’s on her way to Seattle, the totally opposite side of the state from me. It’ll take me four or five hours to get there.
I can hardly drive. I’m so jittery. I’m not even sure I’ve got the gas money to make it, but that’s the least of my worries right now.
She’s got to be okay. She’s got to.
I don’t know if there’s a God, and if there is, I honestly can’t come up with one good reason why he’d care to do this for me, but he’s got to hear me. I’ve never prayed before, not like this. I think sometimes
