Karma Is Live

Summary

I was hiding in the car, clutching a bottle of champagne, ready to surprise my girlfriend on her birthday.

She was getting closer. Then I heard two voices, not one. A man’s, low and unfamiliar. A wave of confusion washed over me. I watched, frozen, as he pressed her against the tinted window of my own Ford Explorer, her gasps fogging the glass from the outside.

There’s a song lyric about being under the car instead of in it. Right then, I understood. I saw exactly how wild things could get.