I Gave Away the Birthday Chocolates, Then the Screaming Started

ending the call.

I do not remember grabbing my keys.

I have no memory of the drive down 315, of the way the highway lights smeared into white streaks through tears I did not realize were falling.

I remember one thing with perfect clarity.

Sliding my car into the first open spot I could find, hands shaking so badly I could barely shift into park, and the continue reading …