Crissa looked at them in the rearview, said, “Are you awake?” They were on Interstate 95 now, heading north. Claudette raised her head, blinked. She’d been drifting in and out of sleep the last twenty miles. “Yes.” “How do you feel about what happened back there?” “What do you mean?” “We need to talk some things out, and we need to be on the same page with it.” Haley shifted in her sleep. “How much does he know about your sister?” Crissa said. “Not much. Her name. Town she lives in. That’s about it.” “We need a plan, in case he comes looking for you.” “He won’t.” “He might. So you have to plan as if he will. But you know what the biggest danger is?” She caught Claudette’s eyes in the mirror. “What?” “You decide you miss him, try to go back.” Claudette looked out the window. “I don’t think I could do that. Not now. Not after today.” “Good.” “I feel bad for him, though.” “Don’t.” “Sometimes you see things, know things,”
