41 REGRETS
Carlos struggled up the hill, trying to spare his ankle and maimed arm, planning carefully where to place his feet on the moonlit slope. The air had cooled, and a breeze murmured in the trees below and across his damp polo shirt. He began to shiver.
It took an hour to make it to within thirty feet of the crest. That’s when he heard a car and was ready to call out when some sixth sense stopped him. To his surprise the vehicle slowed and stopped. Why would anyone be driving here after dark? Would a damaged guardrail catch the driver’s attention?
A flashlight beam swept from the top of the hill, methodically moving across the area where Carlos crouched. He stayed motionless, but the light caught him, reflecting off his cream-colored shirt. The light froze.
Carlos kept hi
