It was an optimal night for someone to get in a damn accident, and my heart couldn’t seem to calm down at the fact my father was out in this mess. Squinting, I strained to see the darkness beyond the embankments, trying desperately not to miss any abnormalities or skid marks that would tell a story. I contemplated calling the local police, but knew they’d just write off my dad as being the crazy old book man who decided to stay out past his curfew and forgot to call. One of the town deputies was a guy I went to school with, and I knew from experience that he would give zero fucks about my pop. It didn’t help matters that he had a thing for Gabby back when she was following me around like a lost puppy. People tended to hold onto grudges like bad habits. I made sure to take things slow, each turn a painful reminder that Pop probably wasn’t as careful. After about an hour of creeping around the curves of the mountain, I thought I spotted something and pulled off the shoulder.
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