He hands her a key. She runs her fingers over the logo, feeling each letter.
C. H. E. V. Y.
She flashes to 1974. Wind gently blowing her youthful hair as she sits in the back. In the back of a brand new Camaro. A brother of hers is in the front, half of his body leaning out the window. Her father looks back to ask his girls what they want to hear on the radio. He takes one hand off the wheel to fiddle with the luxury option. It was already too late to notice the oncoming truck.
Her mind rushes back, key now clenched in hand. She looks up to see her husband's beaming smile,
"We got the new Camaro! Come'on honey, lets take the kids for a ride."