Ashbrook. 1991. The rain continues to fall against the windshield as I drive down the dark road. From the passenger side window, I can just about make out the sign that welcomes me into this dreary little town. The entire interior of the car is nearly dead silent, save for the radio softly droning out useless news. A sigh escapes my lips as I rest my head against the hand that’s propped up on the driver’s