Brandon drove the rest of the way to New Orleans. We had to backtrack to get to a Discount Tire. By the time we were back on the road, it was after 6 o'clock. I was sick with grief, with shock, with emotions I never thought I could feel. All I could do was cry. Brandon hugged me, told me we'd get through this, and he'd be there for me.
I don't remember the drive. Just darkness. Blurry darkness.