You think I lifted a van off you?

I thought we were past all the evasiveness.

There was uncertainty in his voice. He was really giving me a choice — I was free to refuse, and part of him hoped for that. It was a vain hope.

I didn’t want to get into the safety hazards that dancing presented, so I quickly made new plans.

It’s better if we’re not friends. Trust me.

It was nice to be alone, not to have to smile and look pleased; a relief to stare dejectedly out the window at the sheeting rain and let just a few tears escape.

I was expected, a topic of gossip no doubt. Daughter of the Chief’s flight ex-wife, come home at last.

When they’d lifted me away from the car, I had seen the deep dent in the tan car’s bumper — a very distinct dent that fit the contours of Edward’s shoulders… as if he had braced himself against the car with enough force to damage the metal frame…

How come you aren’t strapped to a gurney like the rest of us?

She’s my friend; she sits with us.