“I lost my parents a little over two years ago,” she admits. “Car accident we were all in. Things haven’t been the same since.” I know, I want to say. I want to admit that I was the one working the scene that night. That I was the firefighter who pulled her parents’ bodies from the wreckage. That I held her shaking hand as I got her into the ambulance. That I went to the hospital after my shift to check on her and have watched over her ever since.
Oh my lord
