This time I planned the stops, listened to an audiobook, and pulled over whenever I wanted coffee.

At one rest area I stood beside a map, admiring how far I’d come and how far I still had to travel.

Trevor met me at the entrance to his apartment building.

He looked at the car, then at me.

“You actually drove the whole way.”

“Yes.

Should I be offended you’re surprised?”

“No. Impressed.”