For No Good Reason
In the middle of the night, for no good reason, I left my boyfriend’s house and drove home 40 minutes away. He was perplexed but I had “a feeling.” As I reached my front door I heard a low crash down the block.
No one else heard it or came out. Long story short: I ended up pulling a man out of a burning car before he burned alive. I still have the scars from the burning seatbelt plastic.
Some days I think of it as a coincidence, some days I think it was some kind of intervention.
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