Seventeen Minutes on Route 18 Wrecked an Eighteen-Million-Dollar Corporate Buyout

Friday was the tuition deadline.

Friday was the number I had been holding in my head since Sarah stood in my driveway.

“You don’t know me,” I said.

“I know what you did when you thought nobody was watching.”

“You were watching.”

“I was on the ground,” she said.

“I wasn’t watching.

I was trying to breathe.”