Bent Highway: Chapter Five

Truth

So chalk girl had a name, or an initial at least. I ripped the note off the steering wheel, slammed the truck door and cranked the engine. What the hell else was I going to do? Lately, driving was the only constant in my life.

I thought back to that day I'd cut out from Harold and his Lime Green Slurpee. Or it might have been a Gulp, who knew? I'd being living in the same town, same hockey rink, same bar with the same beer on tap, and the same shoe leather pizza. I stayed in the same plac...