I hear Hanna’s footsteps before she enters back into the living room. With every step she takes towards Mrs. Sullivan, I hear my heart beating fast against my chest. My dad died drunk while driving. I know Jason’s parents died because a drunk driver hit their car. Please, God, my dad could have hit anyone the night he died. Please don’t make it Jason’s parents.
“Here, you go, son,” Mrs. Sullivan says, placing a file in front of Jason.
Jason quickly opens the file. There are pictures inside from the accident.
“If you look at the truck that hit your parents and the one with the man holding Eleanor in his arms, you can tell immediately that they are the same ones.” Mrs. Sullivan says, pointing to the pictures. Jason has them laid out on the dining table. “Eleanor, what day did your dad die?”
“26th December 2000” I might have been just two years old, but Uncle Jack told me when I got older. It was two years later my mom died.