They were on their way to meet her.
There was a curve in the road.
The car lost control.
And everything ended in seconds.
Thomas survived.
My parents didn’t.
I felt like I was watching someone else’s life unfold.
Not mine.
“Was it his fault?” I asked.
My voice didn’t even sound like mine anymore.
She shook her head.
“No.”
The brakes had failed.
Completely.
There was nothing he could have done.
But Thomas never believed that.
He carried it.
Every version of “what if.”