…for the accident. For the crunch of glass and metal, for the scream ripped from my throat. For the two other drivers unfolding from their crumpled cars. For all of us, walking away.

…for him. For folding his hand, throwing in the towel, calling it quits. For saying goodbye to our marriage, for moving out. For finally, having an answer.

…for my job. For losing it, before I was ready. For being fired for stupid reasons. For the hurt and the betrayal.

…for the tunnel. For being able to see the light at its end.