The smoking wreck at the bottom of the ravine had been burning for an hour when I arrived.
I fell to my knees on the road above, between the two broken ends of the fence that had failed to stop the car going over, while a cop stood near me, ready to step in if I looked to do something stupid.
Too many emotions and thoughts flowed through my head. Sorrow, obviously, that was an obvious one. Anger she’d been taken from me, regret too perhaps…
I decided to act shell-shocked from grief. They all seem to buy it, thankfully.