John drove through the darkness that surrounded the lonely
New York highway on his way to a town upstate he had never knew existed.
He
watched the yellow lines vanish out of his headlights into the inky black of
night.
He
couldn’t remember when he had last passed another traveler through the
dark. He began to believe he was
the only one left on this path through the night shrouded country highway. After
the last few days he could believe anything.
His
best friend had tried to kill him.
His life turned upside down.
He didn’t know whom he could trust as his only logical explanation was
that he was going insane.
How
else could he or anyone have explained how the ghost of his daughter was
directing him to go to Mexico, New York?
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