A local woman missing- Mary Kubica

I won’t tell him now. I don’t want to ruin the mood. When this
moment passes, I’ll tell him. I take a long, slow sip of my drink,
hoping it calms my frenzied nerves.
“Have you had a chance to look over your menu?”
The waiter is there standing beside the table. He’s young.
Everyone looks young to me these days.
We haven’t had a chance to look over the menu, because we’ve
been so busy staring at one another. That doesn’t matter. We’ve
been here before. We know what we want. I go first, and Josh orders
after me.
The waiter leaves. Josh raises his beer glass. “To us,” he says.
Our glasses clink. The sound of it is thin. “Did I ever tell you how
lucky I am to have found you?” he asks.
“I’m the lucky one,” I say.
We were twenty-five when we met. I was driving down the
expressway when some asshole took a glancing blow at me. We
were going fast; it could have been cataclysmic. My car spun out of
control, smashing into the guardrail on the driver’s side before
coming to a stop. The driver kept going. Josh was in the car behind
me. He was the one who called 911. He was the one who spoke to
me, keeping me calm and awake through the broken window until
the paramedics and the fire department got there, and I had to be
extricated from the car. He was the one waiting for me when I woke
up, though he had to lie to the nurse and say he was my brother, or
she wouldn’t have let him in. Family only. Josh is able to sweet-talk
himself into almost any situation.
Suffice it to say, Josh saved my life. By the time I arrived at the
hospital, I’d lost a significant amount of blood. I was bleeding
internally. I was going into shock.
I mean it when I say that I’m the lucky one.
I watch as a man takes the stage. He tunes his guitar as his band
joins him onstage. They start to play. The rooftop is congested.
People everywhere, until there are more people than seats. They
come up for the music and the view. There is a bar up here. Bodies
crowd around it, ordering drinks. It isn’t a college crowd. The college
kids go to the fratty bars with dollar drinks and moshing, where