Forty-Seven Honks

I already knew that.

Because by then, I had watched the dashcam footage seventeen times.

Seventeen.

I counted every horn blast.

Every movement.

Every second my father sat trapped inside his own body while a Golden Retriever tried to save him.

My name is Lina Matthews. I’m fifty-one years old, a pediatric nurse in Greensboro, and I have spent most of my life believing I understood emergencies.

I was wrong.