Angel of Mud

The familiar drive back to Huntsville alone was enough to have my stomach in knots. Thankfully, I'd called ahead and gotten one of what I was told were the last rooms available that weekend because of some town celebration going on.

I checked in and then drove around town for a bit before heading back to my hotel room. I was nervous about the cemetery, still remembering my last visit here. Even more alarming, I once again could feel her presence. I knew it was all in my head. I was just psyching myself out. Being this close to the place I shared so many memories with her and where she'd lost her life was all it was. But I felt that strange feeling of empowerment somehow. Like maybe what Dr. Mike had said was really true.

All day as I'd driven around town, I allowed myself to remember. I even drove by that theater where we'd first kissed. Though I still dared not step foot in it, I figured riding by it was a good first step.

Just before getting into bed in my room that night, I decid