, its headlights cutting through the growing du

oice raspy. "Could you give me

ed down, his window rolling down with a groan.

his car, a silent, imposing figure in the dim li

rearview mirror, then at me. "He your husband?" he

ind my ribs. I pulled my coat tighter, wishing the fa

ice barely above a whi

ell, he was certainly giving you the

against my raw nerves. "You should've given him

ped me. "We've been di

hed. "Oh. My apologies,

ng figure of Alex in the rearview mirror. He was getting smaller, fadi

ght. So, you used to live around here, then?" He tri

, a final, painful farewell to a shadow. My fingers rubbed t

river continued, "that you'd com

voice flat. "My mother just passed a

ell. "Oh, I'm so so

out, almost detached from myself, "my ow

clamped shut, his eyes fil

ching my lips. "We all have to go sometim

just gripped the st

e passing streetlights, "everyone suddenly started caring

th I had lived for years. "The day I signed those divorce papers, I stoppe