Angelique sat atop the gazebo, her fingertips grazing the coarse shingles and her sneakers pressing hard against the roof. Music blared from below. She glanced at the others, each one looking as uneasy as she felt.
Claire scooted closer to allow a black-haired boy to land. “What took you so long?”
The boy shifted on his bottom. “Got held up elsewhere.”
Angelique frowned. “Why so many of us?”
“You’re all needed.” Claire nodded at the road.
A semi-truck swerved toward them, jumping the curb without slowing. At the moment of impact, Angelique flew into the chaos, her heart bursting with the dying notes of a clarinet.