I Thought the Driver Who Nearly Ran Me over Was Just Feeling Guilty – Until I Realized He Already Knew Me

I knew it the moment my eyes opened, and I saw the time on my phone: 8:47 a.m.

Not late. Catastrophically, irreversibly late.

I grabbed my blazer off the floor, shoved my feet into the first heels I touched, and tried to call my coworker Sandra while simultaneously locking my apartment door with one hand.