“I was supposed to be in that car, Donnelly. My mom—she asked me to go to the fucking Putt Palace, and I said no.” His voice cracks. “I said no, and I should’ve been there. Then you might’ve been in the car with us. Everything would’ve been different. Better.” “We don’t know that,” I breathe. “Yes, I do,” Xander professes quietly to me. “It’s like my choices in life have these catastrophic repercussions. I made a shitty selfish choice that hurt my sister, my mom, and now they’re both in the ICU. For what? Because I was scared to confront you?”
