By Jennifer Lai
I sit in my car at Heartbreak Hill, a grassy knoll overlooking the city where couples come to make out or break up. But today, I am here to think.
Three months ago, Brad brought me here for our first date in his shiny red Camaro. Two weeks later, it was here he spoke those three precious words.
Now, I am three months late, and contemplate the decision that awaits me as his Camaro pulls up the hill with a woman in the front seat.
Jennifer Lai writes “to escape reality, to relieve stress, and to satisfy my curiosity.”