Chapter 29

But my lover starts to play with the radio controls. “It’s okay,” he tells me, turning the speakers up in the back. Glancing into the mirror, he asks, “How’s that?”

One corner of Caitlin’s mouth pulls up into a half-smile. “Fine, thanks.” She doesn’t mention the dance music, doesn’t ask if we can find something heavier to listen to, and without the headphones shielding our world from hers, she feels like now it’s time to talk a bit. So she leans against the back of my seat, her head right next to mine. When she speaks, she’s unnaturally loud in my ear. “How much farther?” she asks.

“Couple hours,” I say, looking past her to Dan. He sees the look and nods. “What, four? Five?”

“About that,” he concedes. His hand squeezes my knee, and he asks, “Is any of this starting to look familiar to you, babe? Or am I off-track?”