While everyone had been frantically trying to save Davey Randolph’s life, Richard Borden, the man who’d been driving the car that hit him, was devastated. All he kept thinking was if he hadn’t pulled out of line—if he’d waited like everyone else for his turn to drive away—Davey would have been in class, settling in to the new semester.

Chief Pittman had given Borden several citations, all relating to failure to obey and unsafe driving, with warnings that if Davey Randolph did not survive, further charges, including involuntary manslaughter, could be added.

Richard Borden was so distraught that he refused to get back in his car. Chief Pittman called a tow truck to get the car home, then called Borden’s wife to come get her husband.

The turmoil within the Borden family was on a level with the Randolph family. Both of them were desperately praying for Davey to survive. Both of them would be forever changed if he did not.

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Junior Knox was still sleeping when Hunt became the hero of the day. When he finally woke up, it was midafternoon. He made himself some coffee and sat staring blindly at the television, thinking about his life. He had no future. He had no plans. He was just here, taking up space.

Later, he checked his bank to see if his unemployment money had come in. It wasn’t going to last much longer, which meant he’d need to go find himself another job. But for now, he was getting by. Once he realized he had a positive balance in his account, he left to gas up his car.

He pulled up to the pumps at the gas station and got out with his bankcard. He swiped it at the pump just as one of his drinking buddies from the Blue Ivy pulled up and got out.

“Hey, Junior… Hunt sure did pull off a good one this morning, right?”

Junior frowned. “I don’t know. What did he do?”

“He flew a kid to Savannah for surgery and saved his life.”

“Why would he be doing that?” Junior asked.

“The Medi-Flight pilot had a heart attack while he was landing, and someone called Hunt. I didn’t know he could do stuff like that.”

“Yeah… He was in the army. That’s really something,” Junior said.

His buddy nodded, then shoved his hands in his pockets and leaned against his car while waiting for his tank to fill. He kept trying to talk about Hunt, but Junior wasn’t responding. When the pump finally kicked off, Junior got in his car and drove straight to their mother’s old house.

Both the Harley and the black pickup were there, and so was a plumber. Junior wished he had the guts to just go in and help, but he couldn’t look his brother in the eye.

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