The car ride to the hospital was filled with a hollow silence. The rain lashed against the windshield, creating a blurry canvas of gray that mirrored the agony raging in me. Every time I closed my eyes, the image of Alexander, pale and still, haunted my vision.
Julian was the first to break the suffocating silence.
"It's like déjà vu," he muttered, his voice barely audible over the drumming of the rain. Locking eyes with me through the little mirror, I could see a flicker of recognition passed through his eyes, a shared understanding of the tragic symmetry of events. "The last time this happened, I wasn't there to drive him and it also rained cats and dogs that night."