The nurse arrived as usual, but her mysterious young benefactor was nowhere to be found. She looked toward the gas station, then asked Bea, almost jokingly, “Where’s my boy?” Bea explained that he had not appeared. The nurse paid for her own latte, looking unexpectedly disappointed.
Wednesday passed without the Honda. Thursday came and went. By Friday, the nurse looked exhausted. She finally explained that a sixteen-year-old boy had been admitted to her hospital following a terrible accident on icy Route 14. He remained unconscious in intensive care. Bea felt her stomach tighten. Something about the description sounded painfully familia
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