The officer thanked me. He said he had already assumed as much, but he needed my statement on record before he could proceed. He asked me, carefully, if I wanted to comment on why I had waited thirty-one hours. I said, "Because I needed the thirty-one hours." He did not press. I think he knew. Mia was charged Monday afternoon — the DUI, the hit-and-run, and the false-information charge. She hired a lawyer that afternoon.

She was released on Tuesday on bail her mother posted. She was home by Tuesday night. She texted me at 9:47 PM on Tuesday. The text said: "Can we please talk." I did not respond. She sent six more texts over the next three days. I read them all. I did not reply. She called eleven times. I did not answer. On Sunday — the one-week anniversary of the Tesla — she showed up at my front door. I did not open it. I watched her through the peephole for four minutes. She knocked. She called my name. She cried. She slid a letter under the door and she left. I picked up the letter. I did not open it for three months.