The boy I grew up with

dow sipping her coffee, when she saw Emily walk out of Mr. Quin sleek black car, Luc

ust seen. Emily had gotten out of Mr. Quin's car and was now walk

ll about?" she asked, trying to contain her curiosity. "Mr. Quin, Emily , W

id quietly. "I was just in the neighborhood, He offered me a ride to work this morning. I didn't think mu

Quin doesn't even say hello to us, let alone offer us rides. What's

were really a thing would he let me handle such a roug

are you sure you can hand

prove myself I've just never done an

e Wilson, he's a professor at NYU and he's opening up

l do it. Thanks Lucy". Emily sai

hone ringi

bottom, nestled between her wallet and a crumpled up receipt. She pulled it out and looked at t

standing next to he

ospital calling I

I'm on

from the office, as she walked into th

e now, but we can't be certain when she will wake up." The doc

m's eyes were closed, and the soft beeping of the machines surrounding her was the only so

was scared, worried, and helpless all at once. She didn't know how m

he beeping machines, the antiseptic smell - it all seemed so cold and unforgiving. Emily wis

nd and praying for a miracle. She closed her eyes, feeling tear

rst, she thought it was just the usual hospital noise, but then she heard it again

e walked out of the hospital room, she saw a crowd of people gathered near the ent

aking to eac

u crazy? You know the thugs who did that to him....