my father says when I tell him I want to go to Cleveland, if nothing else so that when the police find him, I’ll be halfway there. Yet I dare not brave these wintry roads in my little Honda.“I was thinking I could just borrow your SUV.”“Have you slept all night? Certainly not. Driving sleepless is like driving drunk. I’ll be over as soon as I can.”“I can bring Casey, we’ll take turns driving.”“I’m sure she didn’t sleep, either.”I can’t refute this. Neither of us suggests I bring Mallory along. For one thing, she doesn’t have a license anymore.“I will drive you,” my dad says, hanging up the phone before I have time to argue.“I’m going to shovel the drive,” I announce to the house in general, though Jewel is reading in her room, Angel is upstairs on her phone, and Casey is on her computer downstairs forwarding Dylan’s picture to anyone and everyone she can think of.I need air. Plus, I’d feel bad if Dad broke his neck on our front walk.I sip in the cold outside.
