Life ends here and starts somewhere new.
I got a police officer at my door that night. He told me that Spike my driving home and got hit from the side by someone drunk behind the wheel. The driver survived, but my Spike died. And when he did, a part of me died with him. Nadia was fifth teen and I was lucky to have her there with me. She made the hard decisions I couldn't for the funeral.
After the funeral, me and Nadia decided to move, there was no reason for us to stay there any more. We moved to a quiet house in England. I carried on writing, mostly about the tragedies of losing Spike. He was my first love and last. I vowed never to find anyone else after that. and I didn't. I had Nadia, and when she grew up, I had the comfort of getting lost in my own imagination.