st life, after I' d healed enough

ay where we

the car was hea

at a new, polished headstone:

the car, his grip

w," he said, his voice

ind the mausoleums, aw

t the sun this time, it

rah," he hissed, his face

, then our baby boy

s a fire, t

cked SUV again, the smell of ga

ill there, its horn a

over the wheel, gr

muscle memory of terr

ed for my phone, his nam

o

this

ng his number from the cal

atcher, "Highway 17, near the old mi

mes, then dro

n the distance,

e first to arrive, lights

his eyes scan

aze fixed on Jessica

g open her door, his

e you okay?

even gla