Chapter 7

“Stella…what the fuck is going on here?”

She licked her lips and swallowed. She seemed to be having difficulty finding her voice again. Slowly, her head swiveled in the direction of the accident. “Maybe we should go back and talk to the police. Or, you know…see if we’re still there.”

“We’re not still there. What are you talking about? We’re here.” He knew what she meant, but he couldn’t deal with that. Because if she was right—God if she was right—how could she be right? He couldn’t buy his way out of it. He couldn’t bargain. He couldn’t save Stella. He had promised her he would take care of her, and if she was right, then he had failed at the only responsibility he had ever had. “We should go see Shane. I need…him. I need to talk to him.”

“And what if we are…you know?” She couldn’t even say the word, not that Lucky really wanted her to. “He’s not even going to see us. Or hear us. Oh! Maybe we can float a penny or something! Do you think we can do that?”