Chapter 179

The air grew still, and I found myself frozen on the couch, my fingers tensing momentarily. “What?”

I thought I must have heard wrong.

But can memories be mistaken, too?

I remember during my senior year of high school, already overwhelmed by academic pressure, I’d fall asleep the moment I got into the car.

In my memory, Dad drove for what seemed like an eternity. I couldn’t recall where we were headed, only that I was in the car, lying across my mom’s lap, sleeping soundly.

“Turn the music down, Phoebe’s asleep,” my mom whispered, chastising Dad in a gentle

murmur.

“Ethan Langley and I are meeting at Prosperity Heights Bridge before heading over together.” Dad replied.

I couldn’t remember exactly what Dad said next, only that I felt a rush of excitement–someone was waiting for us.

“Is that Ethan’s car?” asked Mom.

close attention. This event is a perfect chance to make some noise, get more people involved in charity, and bring greater attention to the plight of children left behind in

“Boom!”

the car over, a

nearly hurled me

“Phoebe…”

thing I remember was Mom’s tight embrace, sheltering me

“Phoebe…”

“Survive…”

“Phoebe… Phoebe!”

blank. The crash left me dazed; time seemed to stand still, and I couldn’t

my side, with him calling out

recall the silhouette of someone–someone who dashed into

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car to

merged

that my memories

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