The air fell quiet for a moment.
I sat on the couch, my fingers tensed up. "What?"
I thought I heard it wrong.
Or, could it be possible that my memory was wrong?
I recalled that I was in 12th grade that year. I was exhausted after all my studies, so I fell
asleep as soon as I got into the car.
In my memory, Dad drove for a long way. I couldn't remember where we were headed, but I remembered lying on Mom's lap, sleeping soundly.
"Turn down the music. Sophia's sleeping." I vaguely heard Mom softly scolding Dad.
"Andy asked me to meet at the Hymn Bridge. Let's head over there."
I couldn't quite recall Dad's exact words, but I remembered feeling excited to meet
someone.
"Isn't that Andy's car?" Mom asked.
