The first time, it was because George Summer injured his Achilles tendon during a college basketball game.
This time, it was also because of him…
"Miss?" The driver saw that she was silent, and asked louder, "Where would you like to go?"
"…Anywhere." Tara Summer was trying hard to hold back the sobs in her throat, "Just drive, keep going."
The driver was taken aback, presuming from the drastic number of people he saw daily, that she might be heartbroken. He then turned and drove onto the road.
Tara was leaning on the back seat, her mind blank as her gaze was lost. The streetlights from the car window reflected onto her face, casting a fluctuating illusion of dim and bright light, where tears silently streamed down, seemingly nonstop until they dry out.
The taxi drove around the city the whole night. By dawn, the driver was off-duty and asked Tara where she would like to get off, then she finally gave an address.
