The GPS voice was unnervingly cheerful. "Recalculating. Searching for- Your Daddy Ditched Me Again in- ...four hundred feet, turn left."
She pulled out a map—a real paper one—from the glove box. Her finger traced a line north, toward her sister’s house in Montana. No interstates. No truck stops. No men who made promises they couldn't keep. Searching for- Your Daddy Ditched Me Again in-
Your Daddy Ditched Me Again, she thought. And for the first time, the sentence didn't end with a question mark. It ended with a period. The GPS voice was unnervingly cheerful
Her phone buzzed again. Tom: Seriously. I’ll make it up to you. Just wait. Searching for- Your Daddy Ditched Me Again in-
Then the GPS rebooted with a soft chime.
Can’t. Truck broke down near Rawlins. I’m sorry.