6:30 a.m., five days into the new year, I wake up with a “BANG.” One single shot rings through our small rural neighborhood in Prince George County, Virginia.
“It’s hunting season,” I remind myself over and over as I lay in bed, under three layers of blankets, shivering.
I try to go back to sleep, start over, convince myself it was just a dream.
A dream I have dreamed countless times since March 11, 2017.
I can’t go back to sleep.
It’s not a dream.
This is my new reality.
One single bullet.
I will spend the rest of my day wondering where it went.