Although the sky was still light, dark shadows fell across the highway. The flight they had just missed would have left at seven P.M. Planes flew overhead on their way to Europe, their vapor trails catching the orange light of sunset. Looking up, Sam wondered which of those flights his passengers should have been on. “What made you change your mind?” he asked Dana. She took so long to respond, he thought maybe she hadn’t heard. But then she turned fully around to check on the girls. Both were fast asleep, as if even so short a journey had completely exhausted them. They slumped toward each other, Allie’s smooth blond head resting on Quinn’s tangled brown one. “Quinn,” Dana whispered, staring at her for a few seconds. Sam waited. He knew exactly what she meant, but he wanted to hear Dana say more, to understand what she was really thinking. “The look in her eyes when they took everything out of her bag,” Dana said quietly, picturing it. “Not a simple kid,” Sam said lightly.
