““transfixed by the forest flying behind us. Every tree passed is another memory coming back to haunt me, like that night Dylan, Tyson, Joey, Summer and I spent the night in the woods playing a never-ending game of flashlight tag. The blinker flicks on, stealing my attention. There’s a hypnotic quality to the beat of the flashing lights as we slow down, making a careful right turn onto Joey’s dirt road. The rain hasn’t stopped since the funeral, but it’s turned into a light sprinkle. Everyone at the party is probably soaked. Party.””
