ZAc was driving too fast and took too sharp a turn, or so the police say. They were on their way to get ice cream. I didn't go. I begged them not to go. I had a horribly wicked feeling--but they didn't listen.
Suddenly, the phone rings. I answer. It's the hospital--Isaac's dead!!! I hang up quickly. I don't cry. I just walk out onto my balcony and climb over the rail. "I love you, Ike," I whisper as I let go. I fall quickly and...