Another deep trough, another steep wave—Hank pulled against the wheel, his eyes darting to the growing swells, then back again to his wife. But she was not there.
That instant in time was a fresh as the day it happened. The agonizing feeling of loss had become memorized, etched in his brain. And though most of the images had become blurred somewhat by time, Hank could not let go of the guilt and pain the memories brought him. In fact, he had come to welcome them.
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