“Not really.” I bury the truth. Exhaustion hits me, and she notices my uneasiness. She kindly asks Detective Johnson to leave and promises we’ll contact him if I remember anything. He assures my mom he’ll do everything he can to find the person responsible. My mind wanders to Graham as my mom flips through a Home & Garden magazine. The word accident sticks out in my head. Yes, being hit by a car is an accident, but the person who hit me is not an accident. Even though he’d been drinking, I begged him to leave me there. I gave him a get out of jail free card and he ran with it. Who wouldn’t?
