She Didn’t Know What She Lost
On the Memorial Day weekend, Mason Hayes, the student my wife, Abigail Sullivan, had been sponsoring, insisted on riding with me back to his hometown.
My car was small, the drive was long, and the trunk was already packed. There was no way to fit another adult, so I turned him down as politely as I could.
That night, Abigail came home and stayed quiet for a long time before finally saying, "He ended up walking along the highway. His feet were torn up."
I frowned, trying to make sense of it. "It's a holiday weekend. There are Ubers everywhere. He could've booked one in minutes."
She nodded softly, the same gentle expression she always wore, and poured me a glass of water.
I drank it.
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