Our parents had never been this late before.
I paced over and over, wearing away the tile in the kitchen floor. 12:15AM. 12:16AM. 12:17AM. Where could they be? I wanted to go to sleep, but I wouldn't be able to sleep without them here. I was a worrier. Not like my infant sister and little toddler of a brother. They never worried about anything except when they would be fed next. But me, I worried about going to college next year, I worried about money, I worried about the planet, I worried about my weight, and I worried about Prom. Now I worried about our parents. I checked on the kids again, knowing they would still be asleep, but needing something to do.
I would be waiting a long time however. The roads outside were slippery, icy death traps, and my parents would never come home. Afterwards, the office told me that they had swerved off of the road into a tree, but my imagination was thick with what it must have really been like for them: icy, scary, screams and then darkness, when they crashed.