Andrea's POV"Yes," I said. And the word came out steady and certain, because it didn't feel like a lie. It didn't feel like a lie at all. "Yes. I'm his family. Please — how is he? Is he going to be alright? Please tell me he's going to be alright."She gave me a small, steadying nod — the kind that let a little of the terror drain out of me before she'd even spoken. "He's stable. And I want you to hear that first, because it's the most important thing. He was very lucky, all things considered. When he came in we were concerned about internal bleeding, and that's always the real danger in a head-on impact like his — but the scans came back clear. No internal bleeding. That was the thing we were most afraid of, and he doesn't have it."The relief hit me so hard and so fast that my knees actually gave a little, and I had to brace my hand against the glass to keep myself upright. Air went into my lungs — real air, a full breath — for what felt like the first time since my mother had turn
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