Waking Up to Five Years Later
"Why should you enjoy over twenty years of wealth and privilege, while I crawl like a rat in the gutter? I'm dying, Kurt. A terminal illness. My time is short, but I'll make sure you suffer too.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you. Living to atone will be the cruelest punishment."
With that, he pulled out a fruit knife he had clearly prepared in advance and slashed it across my face. Then, twisting toward me, he seized my steering wheel.
As I slipped into unconsciousness, I caught one last glimpse of him shoving something into his mouth.
When I woke again, I was in the hospital. They told me Jacob had died in that crash.
By the time I finished reading all the entries, my thoughts were spinning—sh