And, man, I feel like I can breathe again. So many places to get lost here. Hell, we could hole up in the desert with a tent if we had to. The sun’s coming up behind us, glaring at me in the rearview mirror. It’s barely over the horizon, and the shadows of the shrubs, the hawks on the telephone poles, the car, are long and skinny. Zoe’s been quiet for a long time, and I’m trying to convince myself it’s one of those comfortable silences, but I ain’t so sure about that. She stares out the window as though she can’t bring herself to look at me. I’ve done too many things wrong. I couldn’t look at me, neither. I wonder if I can change this road we’re on or if it’s too late. It always feels too late for me. “You getting hungry?” She shakes her head. “That’s good. Don’t look like there’s much coming for a while.” She don’t smile at the half-assed joke. I twist the wheel in my fists. “I’ve done some pretty bad things. I’m sorry I ain’t this amazing person for you.
