into the passenger seat next to her.
Just as she turned the ignition,
Andrew heard one last gunshot, and
the windshield went red. Abel had
fired from behind the car. The
bullet went into the back of her
head and exited through the front
of her face, and blood sprayed
everywhere. Her body slumped over
the steering wheel. Andrew,
reacting without thinking, pulled
my mom to the passenger side,
flipped over her, jumped into the
driver’s seat, slammed the car into
gear, and raced to the hospital in
Linksfield.
I asked Andrew what happened