Teresa

When the truck drove into Juman pack, the sun was beginning to peek over the horizon.

I stared at it, wondering how I got the chance to see it while someone who didn’t deserve to miss it didn’t get to. It was a puzzle that I failed to wrap my head around.

I deserved to die, but I didn’t. Some died my death. And for what? Nothing.

I pressed my forehead against the glass, peering at the golden ball as trees and greenery blurred past.

My breathing formed a fog on the ...