The petrifying realization that the wheels were spinning out of control. Macy’s terrified scream-gag. Swerving hard to avoid the tree. An impossible amount of glass. Her fixed eyes, like marbles. Creeping home in the misty dark, the dewy grass wet around my ankles. The feeling of knowing I’d escaped. Jenna’s tears soaking my shoulder the next day when the town learned that Portledge’s rising junior Macy Petersen had died in a car crash the night before. She was the driver and sole passenger.
