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SANDY
The road stretches in front of e truck in the distance It's hot, but the air-conditioning is keeping me cool I' looking fresh, not a sweaty crumpled mess
I have a small suitcase in the trunk just in case I need to stay over I haven't booked anything, which is stupid, but ure there'll be a room available somewhere if I need one
The ers on the wheel I've always loved 1970s disco The classicstime since I hit a club My friends are all settled doith job responsibilities, boyfriends, or husbands Now the only tis, and each one that passes makes me feel more and more of a failure
My mind wanders where I don't want it to venture, back to the last night I spent with Tyler He's the last man I allowed into my bed and the last man I trusted with ht about what happened four years ago sets off an ache in my chest that is hard to push away
I focus on the song lyrics, starting to sing along even though I know I sound loud and tuneless There's no one here to listen tolifts my spirits At least it lifts my spirits until the car fills with smoke, and I'm forced to pull over in a panic As I scrarab o up in flames, I need my phone
On the side of the road, I glance back the way I ca up behind erous So many true-crime stories start this ith a wo, walking a little further fro if it's the car's cooling systeht was smoke must have been steam
Running a quick search, I find a local garage that's only two miles away Deep Repairs It seems like an odd na as they can come and rescue me and the car and fix it up quickly
A deep husky voice says, "Deep Repairs, how can I help you?" and I quickly explain what's happened The guy tellsup, I breathe a sigh of relief
Twentyin my silver heels and strapless dusky pink dress by the side of this dusty road People drive past, but thankfully no one stops I guess the good Saated to the past When the repair truck is visible in the distance, I practically sing again with happiness
The driver pulls over in front offrolasses The gray shirt he's wearing hugs his broad chest and rease on his forearms and a tattoo too
A tattoo that looks familiar
When he focuses on me, he stops dead like someone shot hi away as he recognizes nize him
"Sandy?"
His rich, deep voice sends a shiver through my whole body, not of fear but of awareness It's like every molecule of my body knows this man and is drawn to him
"Tyler?" It coh I know it's hier, of betrayal, of disappointment so deep it cut me open so wide that I've never been able to fully repair myself
This man was responsible for my happiest days and hter and hope, and then he disappeared, and all I was left as the ghost of ere ere together and a million unanswered questions
How could he leave ? Did he ever love me? Was it real or all just a cleverly crafted lie?
My hands tre to give anything away Our days of sharing everything are so deep in the past that they feel like so that actually happened to me