WE'VE BEEN DOWN THIS ROAD BEFORE...

I get up from the floor of the SUV, and for the first time since I have been around her, I see her actually losing her composure. She is still frantically turning the key in the ignition and pumping the gas in hopes of getting the car to start. She is crying so hard I don’t think she hears me as I tell her to, “Calm down.” She just looks up, stares out beyond the steering wheel and abruptly stops everything. I follow her eyes up the road and see a black Charger smashed against a tree and out of the shadows a man struggling to make his way up the road. At this point she has totally lost her cool. She ducks down, slides over to the passenger-side seat, opens the door, gathers herself and fires another round in his direction, then immediately runs toward the back of the SUV. I turn and look back up the road and no longer see him, I look again and still don't see him, I reach over the front seat to grab her phone and see blood everywhere – OK now I start to panic. I open the door, get out and run towards the back of the SUV. When I get there, she is laying face down, gun still in hand with the bottom of her shirt drenched in blood. I bend down, take the gun from her hand, and as I turn her over and hold her close to me - I take a deep breath, slowly close my eyes and as tears begin to fall - I can't help but think, this feels like deja vu...