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Ten years have passed now since that night's events unfolded, yet they are burned in my mind like they happened yesterday.

It was a normal Thursday evening; I had just finished getting my daughter, Asia, ready to go. She was dressed in a beautiful white ruffled dress with little pink flowers scattered down the front. Sam was finishing buckling his belt as I put the finishing touches on my hair and makeup.

Sam started the old car to warm it up; it was freezing outside. After about ten minutes we rushed from the warmth of the house into the frigid, night air. Goosebumps popped up all over my naked legs. I knew I should have worn jeans, I thought to myself.

We drove an old yellow Subaru that spitted and sputtered as we drove down the dark, empty, Wyoming country road. We had thirty miles to go to reach our destination. Bible study was something we did every Thursday night. It was something to get us out of the house and to keep us in company with friends. We were going through a rough time then. Our relationship was weakening, and I think both of us were questioning who we were and what our roles in life were all about. In some way, we went to Bible study to try to find a purpose, a reason for being.

We arrived at our destination, after a quiet, thirty-minute ride. The house where we attended Bible study was filled with singing, and we were met at the door with smiling faces and a warm handshake. We prayed to God, read the Bible, and sang songs praising Jesus. We ate delicious cake with wonderful chocolate frosting. Sam and I didn't talk to each other much, but then, we really never did. There were a lot of other people to visit with. Asia, barely walking, was the center of attention. She was passed from one person to the next as if she were a main course at dinner. She was such an adorable little girl.

Time passed quickly, as it always did on those nights, and before long, it was already11:00 pm. Everyone else had already left, but we straggled behind not wanting to leave this warm, comfortable, loving place.

Sam started the car once again, and we sadly said our good-byes. It was time for the long trip home. As we buckled up and started driving down the road, my eyes were heavy with sleep. Neither Sam nor I spoke as we drove that ridiculously long drive home. Deer were plentiful, and we had to keep our wits about us. I turned the radio up to try to refresh my mind and muffle the awkward silence between us. We drove on.

We were almost home, a few more miles to go, down

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