empty rooms

I am heartbroken. In a terrible summer on Block Island, with the volunteer EMTs already overextended from moped crashes and drunks, yesterday they had to attend the worst accident they had ever seen. It was 12:30 pm when a Jeep came around a curve, kids hanging out of the doors or windows and plowed into a telephone pole. One kid was sheared off and killed instantly, another gravely injured. The 17-year-old driver was taken into custody for DUI. It was a horrific event that makes every parent, particularly those of teenagers, terrified. I feel so terrible for all the families involved.
  And I fear the girl who was driving was one of my tenants. I heard it through the grapevine, and Ana went over to the house to check. Things had been hastily packed, but there were three pairs of sneakers and a couple of suitcases still there. They have been coming for seven years, since the kid was ten. How will she be able to survive this? A life sentence of remorse.