Dead End

Before I pull up to the drive-through window, I lower the volume. Even still, I can hear the quiet murmurings of the podcast hosts reading off the coroner's report as the woman hands me my large iced coffee and donut, no sprinkles. Blunt force trauma to the back of the head, lacerations on the scalp. Have a good one, honey, the woman working says as she hands me back my card. You, too, I add…