“I’ll call them later.”
I silence the phone, and we exit the car, but then Sean’s phone rings.
We both glance at each other as we trudge through the snow and get on the porch. He looks down. “It’s your father.”
“Why would they call you?”
“I have no idea. I’m going to take it.”
“Okay.” It’s clearly important if my mother has called me a few times and my dad is calling him.
He swipes the phone to answer. “Hello?”
I watch as he moves toward the door. “Yes. Okay.” He stops moving, and his back goes straight. “Where?” I step closer to him, trying to hear, but Sean walks to the other side of the porch. “How long?” Dread starts to fill my body as he moves farther from me and actively avoids looking in my direction. “We’re on our way.”
“Sean?” My voice is shaky. “What happened?”
When Sean spins to look at me, there’s a bleakness in his eyes, and I know something has happened. Something that has him terrified. My body trembles, and it has nothing to do with the cold. “There’s been an accident.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Devney
Idon’t remember how I got here. Just that Sean drove, and neither of us spoke. I could feel him looking at me, taste the worry in the cab of the truck, but I wasn’t aware of anything else. Nothing but the passage of time.
Sixty-three minutes since he said the words that left me numb and terrified.
“There was an accident.”
I hear it over and over in my head and try to wrap my mind around the rest of it.
“Who?”
“Jasper. The car hit ice and flipped several times. We have to go.”
“Are they okay?”
“I don’t know. Get in the car, we’ll be there as soon as we can.”
And here we are.
“Are you Ms. Maxwell?” the police officer asks as we enter the room.
“Yes.”
“I’m Deputy Reston. I was at the scene of the accident.”
My heart begins to pound as I stare up at him and Sean’s hand presses against my back. “What can you tell us?”
The deputy looks at Sean for a second and says, “The car hit black ice, the driver lost control, and the damage is extensive. The passenger was ejected from the vehicle, we found her about ten feet from the car.”
Oh my God. My hand flies to my mouth as I feel my knees buckle. “What about the boy?” I ask, my voice breaking at the end.
“He was conscious when we found him. We were able to extricate him, all the while talking and keeping him calm. He did sustain injury and is currently in surgery, but it wasn’t life-threatening.”
I’m only slightly aware that Sean’s arms around me are the only things keeping me standing. “What about Jasper, the driver?”
“Both the driver and the passenger were . . . they were in critical condition when we got to the car. The driver was pinned, and we had to cut him out. I don’t know more than that.”