Sometimes when I’m drifting off to sleep I feel a prick on my finger. I always wake up wondering if this is the night they didn’t catch me.

He’s been out for 10 years now, I’ve got a family and a house and a new life, but I’ve still got the van from high school. Sometimes when the snow melts I picture his young face staring up at me from the pit.<br><br>Sometimes when I’m drifting off to sleep I feel a prick on my finger. I always wake up wondering if this is the night they didn’t catch me.