I know I’m trying to justify what happened, but what else can I do? I have to believe the universe has my back in this.įinally, after a few mindful breaths in which I try to exhale all my negative energy, I climb back on my bike. Plus, she was so snotty when we met at Encanto, the way she wouldn’t stop staring at her phone, even when people were performing. The livelihood of a local business owner. She was harming someone else through her actions. Or maybe she’s naturally clumsy.īesides, she must have deserved it. She put herself in danger by climbing up there. That was all the universe’s doing.īesides, if anyone’s to blame, it’s Morgan herself. I never would have made someone fall off a ladder, whether they were breaking the law or not. I may have thought that something should happen to all those people, but the universe has been deciding what those punishments should be. The punishments I’ve been doling out have not come from me. It’s an even longer time before I convince myself that, no, of course I didn’t do that. A long time before my heart stops palpitating and I can think rationally about what just happened. It takes a long time to calm myself down. I keep seeing it again and again-that moment when her foot slipped. Ripping off my helmet, I press my forehead into my hands.
I ride to a nearby park and drop my bike before collapsing onto a wooden bench. I turn and pedal as fast as I can the other way.
I ignore the sensation and slide my leg over my bike seat. Cold sweat has beaded on the back of my neck and my bike helmet feels too heavy, too confining. Oh my god, are you okay? I’ll call an ambulance! I drop my bike against a tree and prepare to race across the road to help her, but a car has pulled up to the curb and a woman is already running, cell phone in hand. It’s Morgan, Quint’s friend from the other night.
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