Elena Staring into the old barn that has been transformed into a garage, with the warm sun rising in the east, I have two choices: The Ford Raptor or my old, trusted, Saturn. It feels like a relationship trap if I drive his truck now after last night. Sure, I own it now, but it’s his vehicle – not mine. If I drive it, then it’s as if he’s my boyfriend again. That’s how it feels. My side pocket vibrates; in reaching for the phone, I see that Derek is calling me. I sigh and silence it. He doesn’t deserve it, but I really can’t talk with him right now. There is so much circling around in my mind; it’s a tornado of thoughts. Wondering if Tick is still alive, where he could be if he’s okay. We were never really close, but he’s been there for me, and I care and worry for him… I do have to r

