A familiar sign flashed past. “Hartline – 5 miles.”
Lydia rolled down her car window and let the prairie wind rustle her hair. Memories seemed to close in on her. Playing tag in the wheat fields. Stealing apples from the orchards every summer. Reese Brogan's proposal the night of senior prom. “Have I really only been away a year?” she mused, “It seems so much longer. Has it seemed long to Reese? What if he's already married someone else?” With a deep sigh, she allowed tears to fill her eyes, “We would've been so happy. We... we were so happy those few weeks of our engagement. But now...” She brushed at a tear that slipped down her cheek, “If only we hadn't had that fight. If only I hadn't driven off. If only I'd come back sooner. Now it could be too late. Even if he's still single, he could be in love with someone else. Why was I such an idiot!” She slammed her hand on the steering wheel. “Oh Reese. How can I face you?” she whispered. She fiddled with the radio dial, relaxing as the familiar twang of country music filled the car. “Or maybe he's not in love with anyone, but he hates me. After all, who could blame him? I broke his heart, humiliated him...”
Another sign she'd seen a thousand times before. “Hartline – 3 miles.”
“I'll just find him and apologize. I'll let him take the lead on whether we can have another chance or not. Oh Reese, please, please give me another chance. I love you.”
Reaching the outskirts of town, her eyes were drawn by a sign that hadn't been there the year before. “Please don't drink and drive. In memory of Reese Brogan.”
