After the Crash, I Forgot Why We Broke Up

The first thing I remember after the car crash is a memory from three years ago.

Back then, Ember and I hadn't broken up yet.

My voice was thick with tears as I dialed his number, telling him my head hurt so much.

There was a long silence on the other end. Then, Ember's voice, cold as ice, asked if I thought this was some kind of sick joke.

He hung up on me. I was completely lost.

About five minutes later, he called back.

He told me to give him the address, and that this had better not be some stupid dare.