I stare up at her, my eyes wild, lost, crazy. My expression forging fear in any war-bitten veteran. My nails; choppy, untrimmed. The hair on my head; unbrushed. The look on her face; heartbroken, her eyes shimmering with guilt. She closes them and twists slightly away, her shaking hands curled into fists. “I’m sorry I totaled your car.” She apologized. She crumples into me; my warm arms envelop her body, and we hold each other.