The Boy Under His Wheels Isn't My Son
"Quinn, I accidentally hit someone when I was driving earlier. I think… I think it was your son!"
The day after my friend, Owen Jolin, gets his driving license, he insists on driving to the kindergarten to pick up his son by himself.
I advise him to spend a few more days practicing his driving skills, seeing as that road is always packed with trucks.
But he just rolls his eyes at me. "Don't worry about me. I'm super good at driving, you know!"
After that, he stomps on the gas pedal and speeds away in his car.
But a short while later, he calls me on the phone, and he sounds extremely frightened. He tells me that he has hit someone outside the kindergarten. He said the child is completely drenched in blood, and he somehow looks like my son, Elliot Shelby.
I'm stunned, to say the least. Elliot has come down with a fever today, so he's skipped school for the day.
Then… who on earth did Owen kill?