Wordle by Wordle: Day 115
Wednesday, April 24, 2024
Wordle #1040 – OVERT
“You’re lucky that no one got hurt, you know,” Bree said, looking sideways at me.
“I know. It won’t happen again,” I said without much conviction. I’d said it before, after all—more than once.
Bree sighed skeptically but didn’t argue the point further.
We continued up the mountain road without speaking for several minutes. The only sounds were the intermittent shushing of the wiper blades and the patter of rain against the windshield.
As we rounded a corner, another car passed by headed in the opposite direction. Its headlights blinded me for a moment, but I could see Bree stiffen. She sat up straight, her eyes wide with overt worry as she checked the rearview mirror, over and over.
When it became clear that no one was pursuing us—no red and blue lights flashing in the rearview—Bree finally relaxed, deflating surer than a spare air mattress. After a minute, she broke the silence.
“What happened?” She asked softly.
“I guess I must’ve blacked out for a second,” I mumbled, abashed. I let my forehead rest against the window, hoping its cool glass would soothe the sudden throbbing in my temples.
“No, I don’t mean tonight.” Bree’s voice grew even softer, she hesitated. “I mean… what happened to you?”
Now that was a question I didn’t expect, much less have an answer for. She didn’t say it in a judgmental way, but the words dug in deeper than a stepped-on LEGO.
“I wish I knew…” My breath fogged up the window and I drew a small frowny face with my finger. “Hey, Bree?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
I wanted to say more but didn’t know what. My tongue still felt disconnected from my brain, and my brain felt like it was sloshing around in my skull. I managed only a wan smile.
“Oh, you don’t need to thank me,” Bree said, sounding relieved. “I know you would do the same for me.”
I nodded, froze, and then threw up all over the glove box.
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