Part 2: The Road Didn’t End That Day
…and she disappeared down the road like she had the first time—fast, loud, and gone before I could even think of what to say.
But this time…
I wasn’t crying.
I sat there at the red light, my hands resting on the steering wheel, my heart steady for once instead of racing against a clock.
In the rearview mirror, Emma was still waving.
“Mom,” she said, her voice bright and full of life, “that was one of them, wasn’t it?”
I nodded slowly.
“Yeah, baby. It was.”
She leaned forward in her seat, pressing her chin between the two front headrests.
