Page 88 of Bona Fide

I tell him to make a left while I finish setting up his GPS app and perch it on the center console for him to see. His hand attains mine, letting them rest in my lap as he allows me to have my silence.

My panic.

Even if he wanted to, he’d never pry that from me. Mama means everything in the world to me, along with Marty.

Every fucking thing.

If I lose her, my whole world will dissolve and decay into shit. It’s unimaginable to live without her. She’s my rock, my go-to.

She’s my fucking mother.

“It’s going to be okay,” Wade whispers. “I’m here.” His words do nothing to soothe the chaos.

He can’t do anything.

He can’t make this car go faster, to make other cars move out of our way, time warp us there so I can pull her out of the house myself.

Time drags, my anxiety heightens, and the dread coursing through my veins with each beat of my heart—it’s just the beginning of the end.

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