I Destroyed My Best Friend’s Grave Because of What His Widow Told Me

accident. Mile marker 22.

I got there twenty minutes after the ambulance. Danny was on the road. They’d already covered him. A deputy named Harmon was stringing police tape.

The road was torn up. Skid marks. Gravel. Danny’s bike was thirty feet from where he’d gone down. Bent and broken.

Sheriff Tom Briggs was already there. First on scene, he said. He continue reading …