“Lasagna for breakfast, my love?”

“Aren’t you chipper,” she said, then picked our entwined hands up and lightly kissed each of my fingers.

“Waffles it is,” I said brightly. An obese man behind us honked at our pace.

“You drive slow,” she stated.

“Just admitt it,” I sighed.

“What?” she twirled her hair.

“You’ve been to prison.”

“What?!”

I was laughing so hard I could barely get the rest out, “Because it’s gotta be illegal to do that good looking.”

She was bent over laughing before I even finished the joke.

“I love you, Dexter,” she choked out.

My heart broke. I turned the music up before saying, “I know.”

Her itty bitty tush scooted over real close, so she was practically on my lap and then she was in my ear. That musical voice of hers was telling me everything she missed about me, all the bad things she’d done, how much she had wanted to die.

She was so close her tears fell on my face and I carefully pulled over. Truck in park, I let her crawl into my arms and sob.