Everything she laid out on the dashboard is gone, back in her bag, I guess. The midafternoon sun is out, making the pavement gleam. Cat rummaging around, I think, but by the time my eyes were open, she was sitting very still beside me, staring out at the road. It was the shuffling and shifting beside me that woke me up. It’s not home if I’m the only person in it. The trailer’s not even that, anymore, though. I feel more tired than I did before I gave in to sleep and my bones are aching in a way that makes me miss my bed, makes me miss the idea of a home. I turn the car on and glance at the clock only to discover I wasn’t out for more than an hour. The throbbing in my nose is near unbearable-but survivable. I jerk awake, the side of my head knocking against the windshield. The look in their eyes is one of utter incomprehension giving way to pain, to emptiness. Prone and hurt, catalogued and kept sacred in dark spaces. She’s an easy enough person to track down. Sadie didn’t have any credit cards when she lived in Cold Creek.
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