Chapter 9

 “Is it possible, once you’d started off again, that you couldn’t see the truck, you know, because you had water in your eyes,” he suggested.

“Maybe.”

Archie started chewing the inside of his cheek. I knew this whole thing had to be hard on the boy and hated seeing him upset. We’d both lived in New Mill Town our entire lives. My life having begun a generation before, I remembered the day Archie was born. The horrific scene, the sirens, the cops, the ambulance, the bodies, and the whole town going into mourning afterward, none of it was buried quite deeply enough in my mind to stay down for any length of time.

“So, the accident…” I gritted my teeth. “When it almost happened, you were definitely headed home?”

“Yes.”

“Where is home?” Preston asked.