Tommy
Of all the nights, it would have to rain on this one. His foot dropped down on the accelerator. The truck sped forward, rain crashing down on the windshield faster than the wipers could move it away.
He crouched over the wheel, willing his eyes to see beyond the glare of his headlights.
He didn’t know why he wanted to meet. He thought things were fine.
It hadn’t dawned on him until he was in the cab of the truck that it had been ten years. Ten years to the day.
