Seven nights I’ve held my nephew as he relives the crash he survived. Six casseroles sit on the kitchen counter from neighbors who don’t actually care. Five fingers drum against the wooden grain to my right. Four bodies try to ignore the growing tension in the room. Three years since I’ve seen the man who’s almost here. Two car doors shut. One doorknob twists. This was me Before Us. **PLEASE NOTE THIS IS A NOVELLA** NOVELLA 1/6 Due to adult content this novella is 18+