QUOTE : A million flashes of Avery went through my mind. His mouth, his hair, his hand now in mine and then a vision of the future played out behind my eyes. Avery covered in blood, an older version of himself, splayed out on the side of the road. He was next to a red pickup truck with its driver’s side smashed in. I was there too, older, screaming, holding my pregnant belly, kneeling down beside him. “Hey, are you okay?” Avery asked. I blinked hard and the vision disappeared. He was still holding my hand. How long had I spaced out for? It couldn’t have been long.