Hannah knelt beside her.

“It was.

And we can be grateful for it and still be glad we don’t have to sleep in it anymore.”

They took a photograph together before the tow truck left.

Hannah kept it in the new car’s glove compartment, not as a reminder to be afraid, but as proof of where they had come from.

That evening she drove Sophie to the library.

It was an ordinary outing, without a complicated calculation about fuel or where to sleep afterward.