"Do you mind if I smoke in here? I'll roll down the windows." Evan asked.
Dan looked at him and shook his head.
"Yeah, it's fine."
Evan nodded and lit his cigarette and took a few puffs out of it. The smoke lingering in his mouth and slipping into his throat slowly was calming him down and helping him relax. Sleep. It was something Evan yearned for. The concept of sleeping seemed foreign to him now. Whenever he closed his eyes, instead of seeing black, the image of Sophie's dead body would appear. It seemed like Sophie was tormenting him.
