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It’s a bitter moment when you realize the best and sweetest parts of you are gone. My hollow eyes in the rearview mirror are a firm reminder of that. Have I ever been happy? Maybe when I was a kid. So, I put my sad eyes back where they belong, on the empty road ahead.
In the midst of feeling sorry for myself, I think I missed the turn. Whatever.
The navigator says the highway entrance is zero-point-five miles away. But the on-ramp is a thick red string attached to a blinking light that reads: accident.
“Guess I’m gonna be late for the party,” I mumble to myself.
The navigator blinks: Alternate route found, and I press to proceed. Cortège Rd next Right.
Incoming call. My sister’s number appears on the display.
“Hey,” I say.
“Where are you?” she asks.
“I’m on my way. T
