NOBODY FROM MY FAMILY CAME TO MY GRADUATION

laughing, alone, in the dark, on Route 9 – the same road, I realized too late, the same road – and then I wasn’t laughing.

I pulled over. Put my hand on the dash. Counted the four-second ticks of the hazard lights.

Then I picked the photo up off the seat and propped it against the speedometer so she was looking out the windshield with me.

“Okay,” I said continue reading …