We’d been on the road too long. Cresting a hill, I stopped when the border came out of nowhere. Lights lit up the two-lane highway from tanks, trucks, and cop cars. The mix of red, blue, and white lights startled me after miles and miles of nothing but the reflective yellow double-line leading the way. Watching Heather while she slept hadn’t lost its intrigue under my anger. If anything, watching her had softened my resolve. Double damn. “Why did we stop?” Connie lifted her head from the notebook. She’d illuminated her own section of the van with the reading light above her head. James mooched off her light, sitting in front of her, and leaned forward from the book he’d been engrossed in. I pulled to the shoulder and shut off the lights. “They’ve blocked the road. We can’t get out.” Exactly what I’d been afraid of. If we were stuck in the state, we couldn’t rescue our family in Idaho. Small consolation Dominic couldn’t leave either – being double quarantined as he was.
