Chapter 93

“Jefferson?” Patrick asked. “Or just a bulb? I hope the power isn’t about to go out.”

“We have a generator.” I couldn’t stop looking out at the storm. “Is there a car way over by the McDonald’s sign?”

The burger joint was right next door, to the far-left side of the store.

“I only see ours,” Patrick said. “I barely see them. Everything is starting to look the same.”

“Hmm.” The small trees in the concrete dividers were hidden under a blanket of white. No one would even know they were there, or that the parking lot had lines, or was, in fact, a parking lot. Even the cart corral was almost impossible to find. “There.”

A pair of headlights went quickly on and off.