It was raining so hard. The windshield wipers were the fastest I'd ever seen them. It was summer, many cars that passed me had boats or bikes attached to them. It didn't feel like summer to me though, it was cold and morose outside.
You could see deer in the forests that lined the highway. They were eating grass together. It made me feel even more alone.
The fog was so low I couldn't see the tops of the trees or the bumpers of the cars in front of me. My eyelids got heavier as I went. The local radio was just static at this point, but I still left it on.
My hometown of Sleepy Hollow, New York was about an hour and a half away, but I kept driving for no reason. I would only stop when I reached someplace that didn't remind me of her.
I wondered what they would do with her bedroom, her toys. I imagined the funeral I would never attend. Who were her friends? How were they coping? Her parents? All these questions in my mind weren't allowed to have answers.
