I got in my battered old VW Golf. I loved this old car and I missed it when I was away on an operation. I sat in the seat, my mind going at a million miles an hour. I could hear my dad's voice in my head, "Now then, Tate – you might be seventeen and think that you're king of the road – but you've got to consider other drivers too you know – you're not the best driver the world has ever seen, no matter how much you think you are."
I couldn't help myself smiling at the memory but my eyes had filled with tears at the same time. Dad had always been really careful and considerate – so how the hell had they managed to end up killed in a road traffic accident? I sighed miserably. No doubt True would fill me in on all the details when I got home.