7 juillet 2026

Forty-Seven Honks

The first thing the neurologist told me was that my father should not have survived alone in that car for very long.

“Time is everything with a stroke,” he said gently, flipping through scans beneath the cold fluorescent lights at Cone Health. “A few extra minutes can change the outcome completely.”

I already knew that.

Because by then, I had watched the dashcam footage seventeen times.

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