Dead On Arrival

“I worked at a truck stop a few miles outside of town. At 3 am a car pulls into the parking lot and parks. There’s a guy in the driver seat, crying, and a woman in the passenger seat just staring straight ahead…not moving… no emotion whatsoever. They sat there for what seemed like an hour. Then the guy gets out and comes in. He grabs a few random items and puts them on the counter. The whole time he is looking all around, checking for other people. There was no one but us… for miles. He then stares right into my very soul and says: ‘It’s quiet out here, isn’t it? So quiet you can almost hear the angels singing.’ I muttered something unmemorable and he left. She never moved.“