Richard didn’t signal, and he didn’t touch the brake.

He moved the blue pickup into the passing lane and held the wheel steady as they flew by the exit at sixty miles an hour, leaving the county in their dust.

The truck’s tires thrummed over the expansion joints of the Fort Campbell access road, and Richard kept his eyes on the guardhouse up ahead.

Emily had quit shaking a mile or so back, but her breathing still wasn’t right, too shallow and too quick, like a runner who couldn’t find the finish line.

“Nearly there,” he said.