Even though it’s a little after seven thirty, the night is pitch black and it feels much later. It doesn’t help that none of the residential streets in my parents’ subdivision have street lights. Neither does the main drag, Conduit Road, which runs straight past the junior high school to the mall with only one stop light along the way. The road is two lanes and quiet, the double solid yellow line painted down the middle faintly reflective in my headlights. As I drive past the school, I slow down and stare out at the hulking building in the darkness, remembering the two years I spent there so long ago.
A horn blares behind me, and I glance into my rearview mirror to see twin headlights bearing down on my car.
I hit the gas and speed up, taking the dark curves a bit too fast, trying to put
