“It was a dark and stormy night.”
They started laughing. It was, actually, a beautiful day, but she began to narrate, as she was prone to do, after they had been driving together in silence for a while.
Silence, because of the terrible mood he had been in. The mind bullets had been flying, so she had turned up that song. That’s all it took, for his mind to blissfully hush. It was also why she was driving. Until she wasn’t. And it wasn’t anyone’s fault. The driver over there had a heart attack and drifted into their lane.
Two nights before, she had made a list for him. But it was the forgotten letter* that flashed before her eyes.
And it wasn’t anyone’s fault they went to different hospitals.