The bitterness of the coffee on his tongue dispersed long before the acrimony in his mind. He sat sullen, staring through the kitchen window at an empty driveway outside. Water droplets collected together on the glass and flowed downward on the window panes. Their home was shedding tears for her. Why wasn’t he?

She stopped the car at the end of the street, pulled the emergency brake, pushed on the hazard lights and began to cry. The morning’s miasma weighed heavier on her heart than the fog on the windshield of his car. How could a man who swore to love her say such hurtful things?

‘She wasn’t the same woman he married, she was different.’ She didn’t understand. He had changed their life! It wasn’t her fault. He was the ‘moron’ who thought reliving the past would right a wrong.

“He’ll be sorry!” she screamed, releasing the brake and slamming on the gas. The car sat motionless, tires spinning until finally gripping the pavement and jolting forward. Lightning struck at 88 miles per hour and she was gone.