I was just trying to get home after a wedding, tired, half distracted, and thinking about nothing more serious than the drive ahead and the bed waiting for me at the end of it. What happened on that road should have been easy to explain away, and for a long time I tried to do exactly that. I told myself it was the late hour, the weather, the silence, and the kind of mistake anyone could make when they think they are doing the decent thing.
But some nights stay with you in a way ordinary fear never does. They settle into your bones, into the way you look at empty back seats, dark roads, and strangers standing alone where no one should be.
I was just trying to get home after a wedding, tired, half distracted, and thinking about nothing more serious than the drive ahead and the bed waiting for me at the end of it. What happened on that road should have been easy to explain away, and for a long time I tried to do exactly that. I told myself it was the late hour, the weather, the silence, and the kind of mistake anyone could make when they think they are doing the decent thing.
But some nights stay with you in a way ordinary fear never does. They settle into your bones, into the way you look at empty back seats, dark roads, and strangers standing alone where no one should be.