Prologue
She sat quietly at the passenger seat of John Cena's rental. They were driving on a dusty road – a road that seemed all too familiar to her. She wasn't even sure if she should be there. But it was too late to turn back. She had taken the advice of those who cared – John's, especially. She had to give the letter.
John glanced at her and asked, "Watcha thinking 'bout, Ellz?"
Looking out her window through her shades, her grey-streaked brown hair blowing in the wind, she replied, "Maybe I shouldn't be doing this."
"Why not?"
"When I left, he wasn't all too happy."
"Oh, come on, Elion. It's been three years. I'm sure it would've boiled over by now."
Elion sighed and said, "There are things we can't forget, John..."
"Yeah, you're right...May Appleton..." he said with a chuckle. Elion laughed and hit him with her hand.
"Are we close?" John asked.
Elion saw the fated bus stop.
"Oh yeah...just a couple more minutes..."