Now I just watched its silver exhaust stack vanish over the top of the hill ahead.

In the rearview mirror, Sadie was leaning back against the velvet headrest, her reflection framed by the bright blue sky outside her window.

She wasn’t looking at her phone.

She just rested one hand lightly on the plastic garment bag beside her, her fingers tracing the shape of the emerald fabric inside.

My purse sat on the floor mat between my feet.

At eleven thirty-one, the floor began to buzz as my phone let out its loud chime against the rubber mat.