I want to see it in daylight.”

We discussed it with Dr.

Sethi beforehand and decided that I could stop whenever I wanted.

Colleen drove, and Margo offered to meet us near the mile marker where she’d found me.

I brought my green backpack, now patched at one corner with a little embroidered star Simone had sewn over the torn fabric.

The county road looked smaller than it did in my nightmares.

Cars moved steadily, the drainage ditch was shallow, and a sign for the gas station stood several miles away.