The roar of the engine catching barely managed to drown out the thoughts hammering inside Jake's head. He shifted into gear and pulled the car away from the hospital curb, but he didn't go far; he parked just around the corner, where the streetlight glow wouldn't shine directly through his windshield. He turned off the headlights and sat in the darkness, hands gripping the leather steering wheel tightly, breathing in the chilly air of the cabin.
Zinov's words remained burned into his mind: "When his skates failed."
