Becky glanced up at the window again, but no one was there, like always. She sighed and tucked the note back in the side table. Pulling her knees up against her chest, she rested her chin on them and wrapped her arms around them.
It'd been a year. A whole year since that day and still she could see every little second of it in her head. From the moment Colin came inside to get the drinks, the sound of the car falling, crunching, the way Robbie had looked crushed beneath it. She closed her eyes tightly and drew in a shaky breath, slowly letting it out again.
Clearly, she needed help. Seeing things. Hearing things. She was going insane.