Chapter 5

He didn't say anything else.

Naomi's muffled crying carried in from the hallway.

Samuel's footsteps followed hers out.

I slept hard that night.

No crash showed up in my dreams.

Neither did Samuel.

There was only a warm bowl of oatmeal, a hard-boiled egg, and one line from Oliver.

"I don't like hearing that."

By the third day, the crash video was everywhere.

I wasn't the one who posted it.

Once it picked up traction, though, everyone we knew had seen it.

Samuel blew up my phone, calling dozens of times.

I didn't pick up a single one.

Janet called…