I regret getting in a drunk driving accident when I was 16 and killing someone. I regret not saying the words”I’m sorry” when I spoke in court to the family. I regret never sending them a letter saying those words in the 24 years since it happened, but I am afraid to tear open old wounds. I have since become a different person. I got married and changed my name. I’m a nurse, and I belong to the faith in action group at a Unitarian Church. I deliver meals on wheels and work at a soup kitchen monthly. But I feel like I am an impostor, just waiting to be found out. I fear that something horrible will happen to my kids because of my bad karma. I am doing the best I can. I must be alive for some reason. I know that I wouldn’t be the person I am now if I hadn’t gone through everything in my life that I have, but every night I drive home from work it haunts me. I keep the Ambien company in business single-handedly, I think. I never forgot her name.