Turning PointsChapter 2
Kerri turned on the wipers as the first drops of rain began splattering on the windshield. Her mind was racing back over the conversation with the psychologist. He was clearly worried about Kyle. So was she. She had seen him spiraling steadily downward, especially for the last four years, since that awful night in the park. For the thousandth time the images and sounds played themselves out, assaulting her delicate psyche with crushing hammer blows of pain, helplessness and guilt. The tears...