I had just moved out to try to teach her a lesson so that she would beg me to come back. I’d planned on going back. She kept saying, 'When are you coming?' I kept acting like the music was too loud and I couldn’t hear. I was really just playing a game. She left, and then I left after that and we passed an accident. It had just happened, and it was a car that was split in two. We slowed down, but everyone was just getting there—the fire trucks and everybody. We just kept going. We’re like, 'Jesus, look at that' The next morning I found out it was her in the car.