Chapter 7

On Anna's birthday, Keegan had been drinking. He blew through three red lights in a row just to make it in time to wish her happy birthday. That night, there was a drizzle. He lost control and hit me, knocking me to the ground. My head swam. I couldn't even piece together a complete picture. The blood beneath me kept pooling, warm and steady. I saw Evan rushing over from the ambulance. The corners of his eyes were red as he drove his fist into Keegan's face, again and again. "Keegan Sloan! Are you only going to stop once you've killed her? Do you even know she's sick? You really think she didn't want that baby? You bastard! She took a knife for you three years ago, and now you're doing this to her again?" Keegan's expression faded away. He stared at me, his eyes unreadable. "What do you mean? What're you talking about? What illness? What's wrong with the baby? Explain yourself..." Evan didn't look at him again. I was rushed to the hospital. The cancer made it hard for my wounds