I ran over a man in Scranton, Pennsylvania in 1994.

I ran over a man in Scranton, Pennsylvania in 1994. I didn't stop the car, and the rain washed away any tireprints. The police closed the investigation after three years due to a lack of leads, deeming it an unfortunate accident. I was never caught or implicated. I have never felt guilt for my actions, but once I watched his widow at the supermarket, attempting to buy groceries when her card was declined. I stepped in and paid for all of it. She thanked me, calling me “her hero”.