“Let me drive you to the clinic right now.”

“No,” I said, clenching my teeth against the throbbing in my foot.

“My father is taking me.”

Ethan stopped at the edge of the lawn, rubbing his thumb furiously along his key ring.

“Where are you going after the clinic, Camila?

You can’t bring him back here tonight with your foot like that.”

He didn’t know I had already decided to spend the night at the Holiday Inn Express down the road with my dad, far away from Elm Street.

I didn’t answer him, saving every bit of energy I had to keep my left leg moving toward the passenger side of my dad’s car.