“Don’t. I know that it’s easy to second-guess, but it won’t change anything.”
Slade had done it, too. He’d thought about it over and over, if he should have known what would happen that night to Vicki. He couldn’t have known. He’d never seen it coming. But for a couple of years he’d beaten himself up, thinking he should have told her not to drive that night. He should have known there were storms coming.
He should have done something.
For a long minute he stood on Mia’s front porch, thinking back. Yes, he knew how Mia felt. He knew the questions she’d been asking herself since the shooting. It took him by surprise when Mia leaned over and kissed his cheek.
“It was an accident.”
He touched her arm and smiled down at her. “I know. And I’m asking you to be careful.”
“I will.”
“Will you be in church Sunday?”
She sighed and shook her head. “So I can yell at God in public? No, I think yelling at Him on the side of the road is enough for one week.”
He nodded, because he got it. “If you need anything, call me.”
“I’m sure you won’t be far away.”
“No, I won’t.”
He walked down the sidewalk to his car, pulling the keys out of his pocket as he went. He glanced back one last time before getting behind the wheel. Mia still stood in the doorway. She wouldn’t cry again. He knew Mia. She would walk it off. Or jog it off. And unless people who cared pushed, she wouldn’t talk about how much it hurt.
Her family would do that for her. They would push her to talk. And he’d patrol and make sure she stayed safe.
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