“Yeah, exactly like that,” I said in wonder. I’d never made that connection before. No wonder I’d reacted so strongly to his original story. In some ways, I knew exactly what he’d been going through before the accident ever happened.
“My dad was pushing me to stick with the department in some capacity,” Fisher said. “He thought I could get into investigations or get certified as an EMT or even get into testing. Anything but walk away completely. Mom finally convinced him to stop bringing it up, but I can hear him wishing I’d fall back in line every time I see them.”
“Even after what happened?” I was appalled. What parent would ever want his child to relive such horrific events?
“Dad’s pretty old school. He thinks the only way to get over it is to get back on the horse. Or the truck, in this case.” He grimaced. “If he ever found out about the blog, he’d never let me hear the end of it.”
“I thought you were out.”