He turned the key. The engine rumbled. He shifted into drive, checked his mirror, and pulled back onto the interstate. The bruise in the sky was fading to a soft, tentative gray.
Leo pulled over onto the gravel shoulder. He killed the headlights. For a long moment, he sat in the dark, the ghost of her voice pressing against his ribs like a second heartbeat. the ride m4p
“I get it now. The road takes. It takes and takes. You thought I was angry about Mom. I wasn’t. I was angry because you stopped driving. After she died, you just… idled. You parked yourself in the garage of your own grief and let the battery drain.” He turned the key