“You folks know anything about engines?”
Sophie smiled.
“Not really.”
He blinked.
“Then why’d you stop?”
She glanced at me.
I thought about Route 18.
About Eleanor on the gravel.
About Gavin telling me I should have kept driving.
About my father’s letter waiting twenty-six years to find me.
Then Sophie gave the answer I would remember for the rest of my life.
“Because you looked like you needed someone to.”
And that was when I finally understood.
My life hadn’t changed the morning I lost my job.
It had changed a few minutes earlier.
The moment I chose not to keep driving.
the end.
