I still felt like she heard me.
A few days later, I went to the noon AA meeting on Oak.
I sat in the back.
When it was his turn, he stood.
“I’m Mike, and I’m an alcoholic,” he said. “I’m also the reason a 17-year-old girl is in a coma.”
He talked about the crash. Jail.
Trying to drink himself to death. His sponsor. The hospital.
He didn’t mention my name or Hannah’s.
After the meeting, he saw me.
He froze.
I walked up.
“I don’t forgive you,” I said.
He nodded.
“I don’t expect you to.”
“But,” I said, “if you still want to sit with her… you can. I’ll be there. I’m not promising to talk to you.
But you can read.”
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