As we drove, I stared at my phone in my lap.
I couldn't call Zane, not yet.
If I heard his voice right now, I might break completely.
Instead, I pressed Lucas's name.
It rang once then twice, he picked up on the third ring.
"Elaine?"
He never just said my name like that unless something was wrong.
"Lucas," I breathed.
His tone changed instantly at hearing my voice. "What happened."
"I'm fine."
"That's not what I asked."
"We were in a crash," I said, trying to keep my voice even. "On the bridge near Halstead."
Silence.
Then, "We?"
"Aaron was driving."
Another silence, longer this time.
"Where are you right now?" he asked.
"In a car. Someone stopped and picked me up."
"You got into a stranger's car?" His voice rose despite himself. "Elaine, what the hell..."
"I didn't have a choice."
"Are you bleeding? Hurt any wher?"
"I'm okay."
"That's not an answer El."
I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the seat. "It's just scrapes. I'm fine."
