There was this accident, you see. In the dark night, in the car, everything and everyone is shadow. On the front seat, the adults’ silhouette, lit only by passing cars, radio and the moon. I lean lazy against the cold window as the outside flows away rushing us towards home - my lids sink heavy and I drift toward my own bed. Opening my eyes, the car is idling; my father is gone and my mother breathes a hush. In…