The Night You Didn't Answer
Language: en
My father was dying, and I was driving three hundred miles back to my childhood home alone. During a brief stop at a highway service plaza, I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my feed. A newly uploaded video caught my eye. The caption read: “First time driving long-distance on the highway since getting my license. My ex followed me for three hundred miles, just to make sure I got home safe.” In the video, a white Mini Cooper hummed along the highway, and directly behind it, a familiar black Mercedes-Benz kept a steady, protective distance. The top comment came from a burner…