Scratching Scars That Won’t Heal (2)

"About four years ago…" Angela began, her stare holding the side rail of Gael's bed. "I was at a club with some of my friends in the university. It was after midnight, and I…had a few drinks already. I wasn't feeling it that night, so I left my friends and told them I was going home.

  "I left through the front door and waited for a cab…then this truck with our company's logo on the side was driving past me. I would have just ignored it and gone home. But then I saw Evan in the passenger's seat. He was on his phone, and he didn't see me as they passed by. At first, I was just…I thought I was drunk and was probably imagining things. After all, why would he be in that truck? It was very strange.