After My Car Accident My Husband Chose Lunch With Another Woman Until The Police Found Him

movement caught my peripheral vision. A lifted pickup truck barreling down Fifth Street like the rain didn’t exist. The last coherent thought I had was that he wasn’t stopping.

The impact folded my car door into my ribs. The sound was extraordinary, wet and sharp and final, metal surrendering to metal in the rain. My body moved in directions it wasn’t continue reading …