If life was like the movies, then right now, a flashback of what had happened would show. Everything would be in black and white, or sepia. Somebody would be narrating how it happened. How the window got smashed, what sound it made when it got broken.
You looked at the imprint on the new window tint - the new window for that matter.You looked farther away. There's nothing to focus on. If time was a carpet that could be rolled up, you have in your hand a vacuum cleaner.
My heart is sinking. Group yourselves into...
