Malone
Is it possible to be both glad and disappointed? If it is, that's how I feel when I see the lights of the Gilbert and Sons wrecker as it pulls up to where Slater and I stand between our vehicles. He drops his hand from my neck. The warmth from where he touched me is gone, allowing a coolness to seep into my bones.
“Hey Nash, thanks for coming out." I wave as a guy we grew up with hops down from what is actually a rollback. I'm not surprised to see him out at this time of the morning. Last I heard his wife and child passed away in a car accident. Since then he's lived and breathed his job.
“How are you two doing?" His voice is quiet and can barely be heard over the noise his vehicle makes.
“I've been better." I tilt my head to my tire, flat as a pancake now.
“Shit." He takes hi
