A few days later, I contacted my brother and told him I wanted to see him, that I wanted to show him something and expected him to help me. I had planned to talk to Ajax that day too. Too anxious to wait for him until dinner, I decided to pay him a visit myself. When Michael saw me that morning, he probably knew what I was about to do. So, he took care of me.
He did something to my car—I didn’t know what—because in the middle of the drive, I lost control of the steering, and my car crashed against a tree.
Peace.
I never found peace. There was no light waiting for me. No angel with wings and open arms.
For a long while, I drifted around. I didn’t know what to do or where to go.
But then, one day, after a long, long while of aimless wandering, a little girl not more than four came to me
