« Where are you? »
She gave me the address.
« Don’t leave. »
« I won’t, » she said softly.
I grabbed my keys.
« Where are you? »
***
Clara and I had been 20 when her car went off a dark highway and down an embankment. It caught fire before anyone reached it. Authorities told us there was almost nothing to recover.
We buried a closed casket.
Therapy helped me rebuild. I moved 20 minutes from my parents, found a quiet job, bought a small house, and learned how to make plans without Clara.
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