The food was getting cold, and she kept looking at the clock. Her husband should have been home by then. The
were arguing about something small, the kind of disagreement that filled an ordinary evening and usually disappeared as soon as dinner began. Nothing inside the house explained why he was late. Outside, the weather had changed the journey he knew. Rain lay across the road, and a familiar curve had become dangerous. Another car approached too fast for the wet bend. What had been a routine drive home ended in a collision so violent that the red pickup…
