Burial of the Past

BEATRIX'S POINT OF VIEW

Heavy morning fog rolled across the windshield, blurring the sprawling landscape into a wash of gray. The tires of the black luxury sedan hissed against the wet asphalt, a steady, rhythmic sound that matched the thrumming in my veins. I stared out the tinted glass, watching the phantom outlines of trees pass by. The pale light of dawn had given way to a bleak, overcast mor