He picked up the car keys.

Now, Nick stood on a rain-slicked highway overpass, heart hammering. In his pocket, not a photo this time, but a crumpled receipt from the night of the accident. The night Julie died. The night his friends’ laughter turned into twisted metal and glass.

Julie called from the kitchen. “Eggs are ready, babe.”

But prophets don’t get happy endings. Not in this movie.

Fractured Loop

July 16th, 3:47 AM. The lake road.

He stared at the dashboard clock. Three minutes before the turn. Three minutes before the drunk driver in the pickup would run the stop sign.