I sat on the edge of my bed, the room dim and unnervingly quiet. My hands rested on my knees, pressing lightly as if to steady myself. My eyes stayed fixed on the floor, but I wasn’t really seeing it.
Every breath pulled the screech of tires and the crack of glass back into my mind, the memories tightening around my chest. My fingers twitched, recalling how hard I had gripped the seat just hours earlier.
My luggage sat beside me, already placed there the moment I arrived home. I had exchanged a few words with my family, quick greetings, small talk, just enough to appear normal. Inside, I was anything but.
I hadn’t wanted to burden them with the truth. They believed I had returned by cab, the story I had told before leaving. The reality had been far from ordinary.
Evan had insisted I go
