Her colleague looked at her oddly. "Yeah, with those injuries? He was gone."
"Tragic, really. He's been dead almost a day, and no one's claimed him yet."
"By the way, you drive that route to work, right? Did you see anything that day?"
Reflexively, she shook her head. "I was in a hurry, didn't really notice."
He sighed deeply a few times, but she was already too distracted to listen.
She glanced at the clock, realizing her shift was nearly over, and quickly changed and grabbed her bag.
I followed her out of the hospital.
Outside, she kept glancing at her watch impatiently.
That jogged my memory.
Today was her father's birthday.
She's usually not one for family events, but she had made an exception to celebrate this time.
We had plans—I was supposed to pick her up, buy a cake, and go to her father's place.
But now, I was forever stuck on that coastal highway.
She waited nearly ten minutes, but I never appeared.
Frustrated, she pulled out her phone and tried calling me.
"The subscriber you are trying to reach is temporarily unavailable. Please try again later."
She frowned at the phone, irritation creeping into her expression.
She sent a flurry of texts in quick succession.