“Trade you,” she said.
At dawn, Leo pulled into a truck stop outside Fayetteville. Sam said she had a cousin there. She’d be fine. She wrote a number on a napkin— “If you ever get to Chicago” —and pressed it into his palm. night trips 1989
“What are you looking for?” Sam asked. “Trade you,” she said
Leo thought about it. “A version of me that isn’t afraid.” ” she said. At dawn
It was the heat that made everyone do strange things in the summer of 1989. The asphalt of the interstate shimmered like a mirage, and by midnight, the only relief came from the wind whipping through a rolled-down window.