Van

Nearly fifteen years ago

As the plane took flight, I laid my head against the seat, telling myself that Texas would forever be in my rearview mirror. Dusk filled the sky with clouds in shades of red and pink. While others may have seen the beauty, I saw it for what it was. The red was from within.

Red. Scarlet. Crimson. Fiery.

Associated with heat.

The color of blood.

The color of rage.

“Phillip ...