I Stopped On Interstate 95 Thinking It Was Just A Teenager Causing Trouble — What I Found Alone In The Darkness Shattered My Heart

standing on the dark shoulder of Interstate 95 that night.

It was long past midnight.

The air was bitterly cold, the kind of cold that slipped through your uniform and settled deep in your bones. That stretch of highway was always quiet at that hour, surrounded by thick woods, steep ditches, and a darkness so heavy it felt alive.

I was driving alone, continue reading …