“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked.
The rain grew heavier. The sky turned from gray to bruised purple. His hands were shaking on the wheel, not from fear of crashing—but from recognition. Every turn, every pothole, every flickering streetlight was a memory he’d buried. The fight with his mom before prom. The night he got arrested for vandalizing a bus shelter. The silence after his dad left. bus simulator 14 pc download
She handed him a route map. On it, a single line connected his birth to today. But at the bottom, in handwriting he recognized as his own from a future he hadn’t lived yet, was written: “Next stop: Anywhere you want.” “Why didn’t you tell me