As Edwin stepped out of his early-morning shower, he considered simply returning to bed. It was far too early to be up, especially for a Sunday morning. The ache in his head had dulled from the previous night’s cacophony of pain to a more manageable throb—one he could almost ignore as he set about his morning routine. And the near car accident was already fading in his memory. He was confident that in a few short days, the terrifying incident would be downgraded to an interesting, albeit mildly frightening, event in his life. A funny story to tell about how he had almost crashed the car he had spent most of his life savings on.
Unfortunately, the disaster with Carson the night before would not be downgraded. It would not ever be anything except a disaster. A stupid, probably unavoidable,
