On a Thursday afternoon in November, Jazmine Camacho walks slowly up North Main Street. She clutches her arms around herself tightly as she walks, her gaze fixed straight ahead. She doesn’t want to visit the place where her friends died, but she hopes on some level it will jog her memory.
The last time Camacho was in this place, she left in the back of an ambulance.
Camacho lives in a world of before and after Aug. 23, 2020, the early morning car accident that took the lives of four of her favorite people and left her the sole survivor. In Camacho’s world, even time is confused, she says. Some days go so fast, others so slow. Words that used to seem so certain life, future, happiness now lack clear meaning.