Chapter 22

I turned my head to look at him and noticed that he was casting a sideways glance in my direction out of the corner of his eye.

I gave a shrug and replied, "Perhaps it was the way that we collided."

"I thought about that, too," Maxwell responded, "but he didn't hit you there, either."

As I turned my back to face the window, I remarked to him, "It's obvious that you have the eyes of a referee." "You are as stupid as a fucking bat. According to the x-ray, I have a broken rib; thus, you must have overlooked something.

Maxwell chose not to answer, but he did spin the wheel sharply in order to get us off the freeway and into my driveway. He floored the accelerator and drove us up the steep hill and through the forest on the other side. When he came to a stop near the home, I threw open the door and ran out without stopping to consider. I grimaced in pain and grabbed my side for a whole minute until I regained control of my breathing again.

Maxwell circled back around from the opposite side