The lake is never far from where we are, our gravitational nucleus drawing us back home if we ever stray.
Lacey isn’t exactly driving the speed limit, and I reach for the grab handle, always a little anxious when riding in a car. The night of my accident, a wintry blizzard folded over the horizon, and it was bedlam on the roads. Stella told me I was on my way home from a New Year’s party. The roads were slippery, slick with frost, and an oncoming car lost control and wiped me clear off the road. His blood alcohol was three times over the limit, thanks to the holidays—when it’s a continuous party and the good times roll. What a way to start the new year.
I spent five days in a coma, and it was touch-and-go. If life was fair, I’d be out celebrating the new year with friends and family and
