Katrina POVThe thing about having your life crushed at a dinner table is that nobody offers you a ride home after.I drove myself in the old Honda, the one they kindly allowed me to keep, which was funny. Three years and I got a 2019 Honda, five thousand dollars, and front-row seats to the most unhinged plot twist of my own life.It was 11 PM and it rained like the sky was also grieving. I drove with both hands locked on the wheel because if I didn't give them something to hold I honestly didn't know what I'd do with them. The mountains had swallowed the city behind me, nothing ahead but dark road, guardrails catching my headlights in pale flashes, and the kind of silence that pressed against your eardrums.The rain got heavier as the road climbed, and somehow the past came flooding in.He'd been standing at the canape table at a charity event looking at the food like it had personally offended him, I was in my second year of med school, nursing the same glass of wine for two hours b
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