Light broke over the sky and tears trailed down my cheeks. I looked between the beauty of the future before me and at the horrors of my past in the mirrors that gave a glimpse behind. I couldn’t remember if I’d ever seen a sunrise. If I had, it had been before Whitlock. Bright orange and pink painted the sky, and it took all my focus to stay on the road with how hard I was beginning to cry. I was so close. So fucking close.
