The distance had been described to her at the hospital.

Seeing stretches of it from a moving vehicle made it harder to hold in her mind.

She wanted to ask how Chloe had crossed every part, what she did when her hands hurt, whether someone had spoken to her.

Those questions had already been handled as needed by the people supporting her daughter.

Clara did not need to turn the journey home into another interview.

“I know,” she said.