Wrong Turn To Right Direction

The flight from Carolina was fine (just fine).
The Uber’s tires slid as ice hid beneath the snow as he drove me to my folks’ house for Christmas.
The turn the guy took was wrong, which just happened to lead down a gravel road to Hannah’s house.
Since high school, I’d wondered where she went and who with?
I’d had half a mind to curse the son-of-a-bitch driver out, but I told myself I’d changed.
I was supposed to arrive home at noon PST.
But as we pulled into the driveway, Hannah came out to ask who the fuck I was and that I was disturbing her baby.
We parted ways ten years ago, and the kid is ten.

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