Sometimes, in the blur between sleep and consciousness I dream I’m kissing you. Even if you don’t yet exist.
Tonight, for the first time since the accident, Henry drives himself to the community college on the other side of town where he will run around the track—lap after lap after lap. He won’t stop. He can’t. The old man will be watching him.
Before the accident, before Henry…
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