I stared into my daughter's face as we collided with the drunk driver, never tainting my eyes off her horrified eyes. The most cruel thing about the whole thing is that I kept my life and she didn't. I walked around the once lovely and welcoming town only to find people treating me like a ghost story. They never mentioned Morgan's name and generally avoiding me all together. It got lonelier everyday and the pitiful looks felt like salt in the wound. I could sit here for hours...