This time around--everything falls to Luke.
The first time, Sherry's mother and brother and sister had converged to
form a protective ring around him. Because he had loved her probably more
than anybody--or needed her more desperately in his own way than anybody
else could imagine needing her, at any rate--they'd pitied him and commiserated
with him and suffered alongside him.
This time, though, he was alone. The girls, sitting up in front, had suffered
hardcore internal damage; in the back, her parents' skeletons had snapped
like cocktail pretzels--they were left with fewer bones unbroken than broken.
Keeping watch over their bedsides, he doesn't know what to do, he can't
When the moment