The 

Ford

 

Windstar

got such bad gas mileage that she'd barely make any money. The car would also die eventually. And this was her plan.

She was going to deliver pizzas until the car broke down. A good way to send the car off she thought.

It had sat dormant for four years now. In that dusty garage. No love. No attention. Now she was running it to the ground. didn't even give it an oil change. She could smell it burning.

Once Danny died she returned to the garage. When she saw the Windstar she felt taken back in time. They hadn't spoken in years. If she had known he would die like this then she wouldn't have treated him like that.

But now it was too late. The car still had the smell of Danny. Including the burning motor oil. And the pizza.