But not one of them managed to take the one thing that had always been mine and was mine still.

My future. It still hurt to think of the twins.

It probably always will; some wounds don’t close, you only learn to carry them without letting them steer.

When I opened my eyes again, the sun was coming through the windshield, and the highway ahead of us was clear and empty, and for the first time in longer than I could remember I had no idea what came next — and the not knowing, which had frightened me my whole life, felt for once exactly like being free.