The Night Driver

Part 1

1.

I don’t expect anyone to believe the story I’m about to tell. Honestly, even after all these years, I’m not sure what to believe, myself. Not completely, anyway.

Here’s what I do know.

Something happened, that weekend twenty years ago, in the small Adirondack town of Clifton Heights, New York. Something which I can’t explain. Not rationally, anyway. But something happened. And that’s about all I know.

Well.

That’s not exactly true, is it? I do know something else. And that’s this: I don’t have much time left. I’m in good health, and there’s no reason to expect any tragedy or misfortune...and yet, I’m near the end of my road. I know this. Can feel it in my bones. I don’t regret a single thing about it, and if I had to do it all over again, I’d make the same choice. Even so, if I want to finish this in time...I’d better get started.

So.

Here goes.