57. Maybe It's More Than That

-Valentine-

I’m driving with Autumn and taking her back home when her cell phone suddenly rings. I gesture with my head that she can answer, and she does.

“Doctor Hayes,” she answers in her professional tone and I hear the police officer introduce himself over the line. I don’t have to guess what this is about since I saw the accident before 5 am this morning; I didn’t even have to intervene because the fucker crashed all on his own.

“Oh, my gosh! No, I can be right over; thank you for the call!” she says, dropping her phone into her lap and breathing out a sigh.

“Everything okay?” I ask, about to turn into her street, but she shakes her head.

“That was the police; apparently they found my husband's car wrapped around a tree and they pronounced him dead on sight. They suspect drunk driving, which I really wouldn’t put past him,” she says, sounding more shocked than hurt. “Do you mind taking me down to the morgue? They need me to identify his body.”

I place my hand over hers and nod. “