A car rental.
My heart lurched as if something had grabbed it from behind. Of all things, a car rental. Not groceries. Not a bill. Something deliberate. Something active.
Grief flipped instantly into panic.
I grabbed my keys and drove without thinking, my hands shaking so badly I nearly missed the turn. Logic chased me the whole way—a delay, an error, a system glitch—anything dull and explainable that would put the universe back where it belonged. I carried her photo open on my phone like a talisman, proof that this couldn’t be real.
At the rental office, I spoke too fast. The clerk listened with polite detachment, the way people do when they’re preparing to apologize for a mistake.
Then I showed him her picture.
Something shifted.
Not shock—something worse. Recognition.
His eyes lingered on the screen a beat too long. He leaned back slowly, glanced toward the office door behind him, then returned his gaze to mine. His voice dropped.
“This woman was here.”
The words didn’t land. They floated, disconnected from meaning.
“She wasn’t confused,” he continued gently, as if that detail mattered more than any other. “She knew exactly what she wanted.”
He offered details I hadn’t asked for—
The time she came in.
The way she smiled when he handed her the keys.
A destination she mentioned casually, like it was nothing at all.
Each sentence felt misplaced, like hearing memories that didn’t belong to this timeline. Like reality itself had reached into the wrong file and pulled out something that should have stayed buried.
I stood there, phone still glowing in my hand, realizing with a sick certainty that this wasn’t an error.
It was a message.
And whatever it meant…
my grief had just changed shape.
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