What my husband and I share goes beyond marital vows on a cliff top at Big Sur, several feet deep down in the desert floor to the real whereabouts of the one person who dared and tried to break us apart.
Hitting the man is not the driver’s fault since the guy must’ve crossed seconds after me when the light for the bus driver was most definitely green. But the facts won’t matter. Whether he blames himself or not, the driver will no longer trust his reflexes at the wheel.
sorority girl in the back frowned. She bucked the average stereotype of a pretty dumb blonde. Her GPA was a 4.0. She had big plans of moving to Manhattan and weaseling her way in at the bottom of the corporate ladder at a lucrative global powerhouse like Morgan Stanley.