I ordered my Uber from the table. I left the bar at 10:35 PM. My Uber got me home at 10:47 PM. I have the receipt in my email, timestamped, with the driver's name and license plate. I went to bed at 11:20. I did not know that Mia had, forty minutes after leaving the bar, sideswiped a parked Tesla on a quiet street in a neighborhood called Tarrytown. I did not know she had kept driving. I did not know that the owner of the Tesla had heard the crash from her front porch, seen the Civic speeding off, and called 911 with the license plate.

I did not know a patrol car had stopped Mia three blocks away, at a stoplight, and had smelled alcohol on her, and had asked her to step out of the car. I did not know that Mia — facing the potential loss of her license, her job as a middle school counselor (which involves a clean record), and, on her second DUI, possible jail time — had looked at the officer and said, "I wasn't driving. My friend Callie was driving. I am just the passenger. She must have gotten out already." I did not know any of this. I was asleep.