My View From The Driver’s Seat

The whole thing lasted maybe 10 seconds.

In the blink of an eye, I sped past their car this morning— parked on the righthand shoulder of I-294, near Chicago — watching the scene play out from several angles, all while I traveled at 80 miles per hour.

Through my windshield, I watched the man exit the passenger side of the car, rushing quickly down an embankment toward a brambly swamp, leaving the door swinging and wide open.

At the very moment I passed them, a woman jumped out of the driver’s side, running around the front of…