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"
But
I
want
you
to
,
"
I
wailed
"
Mia
,
"
Kim
said
,
an
edge
of
warning
in
her
voice
signaling
the
end
of
her
patience
.
"
You
’
re
starting
to
act
like
one
of
those
girls
.
Do
you
need
to
get
me
a
gun
?
"
Later
that
night
,
I
stopped
by
Adam
’
s
house
to
say
I
was
sorry
.
He
accepted
my
apology
with
a
bemused
kiss
on
the
nose
.
And
then
nothing
changed
.
He
and
Kim
remained
cordial
but
distant
,
no
matter
how
much
I
tried
to
sell
them
on
each
other
.
The
funny
thing
was
,
I
never
really
bought
into
Kim
’
s
notion
that
they
were
somehow
bound
together
through
me
—
until
just
now
when
I
saw
her
half
carrying
him
down
the
hospital
corridor
.
I
watch
Kim
and
Adam
disappear
down
the
hall
.
I
mean
to
follow
them
but
I
’
m
glued
to
the
linoleum
,
unable
to
move
my
phantom
legs
.
It
’
s
only
after
they
disappear
around
a
corner
that
I
rouse
myself
and
trail
after
them
,
but
they
’
ve
already
gone
inside
the
elevator
.
By
now
I
’
ve
figured
out
that
I
don
’
t
have
any
supernatural
abilities
.
I
can
’
t
float
through
walls
or
dive
down
stairwells
.
I
can
only
do
the
things
I
’
d
be
able
do
in
real
life
,
except
that
apparently
what
I
do
in
my
world
is
invisible
to
everyone
else
.
At
least
that
seems
to
be
the
case
because
no
one
looks
twice
when
I
open
doors
or
hit
the
elevator
button
.
I
can
touch
things
,
even
manipulate
door
handles
and
the
like
,
but
I
can
’
t
really
feel
anything
or
anybody
.
It
’
s
like
I
’
m
experiencing
everything
through
a
fish
-
bowl
.
It
doesn
’
t
really
make
sense
to
me
,
but
then
again
,
nothing
that
’
s
happening
today
makes
much
sense
.
I
assume
that
Kim
and
Adam
are
headed
to
the
waiting
room
to
join
the
vigil
,
but
when
I
get
there
,
my
family
is
not
there
.
There
’
s
a
stack
of
coats
and
sweaters
on
the
chairs
and
I
recognize
my
cousin
Heather
’
s
bright
orange
down
jacket
.
She
lives
in
the
country
and
likes
to
hike
in
the
woods
,
so
she
says
that
the
neon
colors
are
necessary
to
keep
drunk
hunters
from
mistaking
her
for
a
bear
.
I
look
at
the
clock
on
the
wall
.
It
could
be
dinnertime
.
I
wander
back
down
the
halls
to
the
cafeteria
,
which
has
the
same
fried
-
food
,
boiled
-
vegetable
stench
as
cafeterias
everywhere
.
Unappetizing
smell
aside
,
it
’
s
full
of
people
.
The
tables
are
crammed
with
doctors
and
nurses
and
nervous
-
looking
medical
students
in
short
white
jackets
and
stethoscopes
so
shiny
that
they
look
like
toys
.
They
are
all
chowing
down
on
cardboard
pizza
and
freeze
-
dried
mashed
potatoes
.
It
takes
me
a
while
to
locate
my
family
,
huddled
around
a
table
.
Gran
is
chatting
to
Heather
.
Gramps
is
paying
careful
attention
to
his
turkey
sandwich
.
Aunt
Kate
and
Aunt
Diane
are
in
the
corner
,
whispering
about
something
.
"
Some
cuts
and
bruises
.
He
was
already
released
from
the
hospital
,
"
Aunt
Kate
is
saying
,
and
for
a
second
I
think
she
’
s
talking
about
Teddy
and
am
so
excited
I
could
cry
.
But
then
I
hear
her
say
something
about
there
being
no
alcohol
in
his
system
,
how
our
car
just
swerved
into
his
lane
and
some
guy
named
Mr
.
Dunlap
says
he
didn
’
t
have
time
to
stop
,
and
then
I
realize
it
’
s
not
Teddy
they
’
re
talking
about
;
it
’
s
the
other
driver
.
"
The
police
said
it
was
probably
the
snow
,
or
a
deer
that
caused
them
to
swerve
,
"
Aunt
Kate
continues
.
"
And
apparently
,
this
lopsided
outcome
is
fairly
common
.
One
party
is
just
fine
and
the
other
suffers
catastrophic
injuries
.
.
.
"
She
trails
off
.
