![]() ![]() My shoulders hunch as I push the door open and hike up the gravel driveway toward the two-story mansion with green shutters and a steep roof. ![]() “Now go get your brother and tell him he needs to come home. “I have no desire to go into a party with a bunch of high school kids and I’m really not in the mood to chat it up with Maci right now, so she can brag about Kayden getting a scholarship,” my mother replies, motioning her manicured hand at me to get a move on. ” My sweaty hand grips the metal door handle and a massive lump lodges in my throat. I tear my gaze off the leaves and focus on her. “What is wrong with you tonight?” my mom snaps as she checks her phone messages. ![]() I have a desire to jump out, grab them all, and clutch them in my hand, but that would mean getting out of the car. They have no control over their path in life. I don’t answer, watching the leaves twirl in the wind across the yard, the hood of the car, wherever the breeze forces them to go. “Callie, are you listening to me?” My mom asks as she parks the car in the driveway. It can happen heroically, or by a simple coincidence, but there are those who don’t get luck on a shiny platter, who end up in the wrong place at the wrong time, who don’t get saved. Some people get luck handed to them, a second chance, a save. Life is full of luck, like getting dealt a good hand, or simply by being in the right place at the right time. ![]()
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