My heart stopped for a second.
We got onto highway 49 and traffic was stopped.
There was an accident.
Thoughts raced through my head.
I hope everyone made it.
I hope no one is too terribly hurt.
I hope it wasn't you.
I know you live down this way and the thought of that made me sick.
We slowly got through the traffic and I held my breath.
The closer we got to the scene the harder I prayed it wasn't you.
Finally,
we passed it.
Your car wasn't there and neither were you.
Relief rushed over me and finally,
I could breathe again.