So to back up a bit, this tape isn´t about why you did what you did, Alex. It´s about the repercussion of what you did. More specifically, it´s about the repercussions to me. It´s about those things you didn´t plan - things you couldn´t plan.
God. I don´t believe it.
II
The first red star. Hanna´s old house. There it is.
But I don´t believe it.
This house was my destination one other time. After a party. An elderly couples lives there now. And one night, about a month ago, the husband was driving his car a few blocks away, talking to his wife on the phone when he hit another car.
I shut my eyes and shake my head against the memory. I don´t want to see it. But I can´t help it. The man was hysterical. Crying. "I need to call her! I need to call my wife!" His phone had disappeared somewhere in the crash. We tried using mine to call her back, but his wife´s phone kept ringing. She was confused, too afraid to click over. She wanted to stay on the line, the line her husband had called her on.
She had a bad heart, he said. She needed to know he was okay.
I called the police, using my phone, and told the man I would continue trying to reach his wife.
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