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“We’re fine, but I don’t want to disrupt any evidence we may find,” he says.
I pull on the gloves and follow him around the back of her car, squatting down beside him to inspect the truck.
And there it is, clear as day.
Blue paint. Definite contact.
"Gotcha," Sander says, a hint of satisfaction in his voice.
I can't believe someone actually hit her and left her there. A burning rage ignites inside me at the thought of those piece of shit bastards chasing her down out there. The fact that they thought they could get away with this shit and walk away from it. Like no one was going to bat an eye.
Wrong bitch. Keaton could have died because of their recklessness, and for that, they have to pay.
I don’t really care how either, but the shit I'm thinking is probably not something I should voice in front of a police officer. Regardless of the fact that we’re on the same side here.
"What are you thinking?" Sander asks, sensing my anger.
"I'm thinking we find these guys and make them pay," I say, my voice low and dangerous.
"I'm with you," Sander says, determination etched into his features.
He snaps a few pictures and says he’ll take them down to the station and see what he can do.
While he does that, I think it’s time I go talk to Regina and fill her in on what’s going on. I only hope she can forgive me for my part in all of this.
Bodhi
Regina’s head lifts in my direction when I knock on the door of Keaton’s hospital room. It’s apparent, even from this distance, that she hasn’t had an ounce of sleep since she got here. I can’t blame her. If it were my kid, I wouldn’t be sleeping either.
Thoughts of a future where Keaton and I have a child in a similar predicament fill my mind and leave me cold. I don’t know what I’d do if it were my son or daughter lying in that bed, Keaton waiting tearfully by their bedside.
For the first time in my life, racing doesn’t hold the weight that it used to.
“Bodhi, come in, sweetheart,” Regina says, her warm eyes and sleepy smile making me feel even guiltier.
I approach the side of her bed opposite Regina and take her hand in mine. It’s warm and smooth like always, but when I squeeze her tight, she doesn’t return the gesture.
“What’s on your mind, Bodhi?” Regina asks, eyeing me in that way that all mothers do when they know you’re struggling to find the words to say.
Ducking my head, I tuck my chin to my chest, avoiding her stare as if she might see right to the root of me and see what little good I have left to offer her daughter. My eyes sting with unshed tears as shake my head from side to side.
I don't know what to say. I don't know where to even start. How do I tell her that my hot headed and careless actions may have been the thing that finally set off the piece of shit who's been harassing her for the last two years? That my thoughtlessness is the reason she's in this hospital bed.
She'd demand that I leave and never return, and I wouldn't blame her, but I can't imagine a future where Keaton is not in it.
"Bodhi?"
I sniffle, pressing my lips into a thin line, fighting back the words that threaten to spill out. The words that will surely make her see me in a completely different light.
No good, the little voice in my head whispers.
"It's my fault," I say, the words barely even a whisper.
"What?"
"It's my fault," I repeat, louder this time.
"Oh no, Bodhi, it—"
