Stranded, Bleeding, and Easily Forgotten

While on a car trip, our car is struck by falling rocks and breaks down on a remote mountain road.

My sister, Renee Olsen, is terrified. We wait three hours before a passing vehicle finally comes.

The driver rolls down the window. "I can only fit three people in my car. How many of you are there?"

My mom, Penny Ziegler, lets out a relieved sigh and smiles. "Great, there are three of us."

My dad, Leonard Olsen, immediately shifts slightly to the side, completely blocking me from view as I cower in the back seat.

They get into the car with Renee and leave.