His body was battered to a pulp, and he never said a word. My mom swallows. She had no idea. She never asked. A boy the same age as her daughter in a horrible accident, and she never even asked him if he was okay. I didn’t think of it either. Only in retrospect does it seem so incomprehensible. I want to tell her it’s okay, remind her of how much she was already dealing with. But I know that even if she could hear me, it wouldn’t matter.
