::CAUTIONARY::On my way to a home full of cardboard, newsprint, and clear tape tonight, I found myself rethinking the wreck. I couldn't remember what noise Austin or I made while the car was spinning around. I didn't know how I got out of the car without tripping. I forgot what things looked like moments before the Yukon hit us.
I looked down at the spedometer; I was going 20 miles per hour.