Robyn
I entered the mystery address into the GPS and then cranked my music for the hour and a half drive up to Burlington. Since the route meandered through several small, historical towns, the speed limit sometimes dropped all the way down to just twenty-five miles per hour, making the journey seem a lot longer than it actually was. Most of the time it was farmland rolling by, green fields dotted with black and white cows, dairy barns, and used car dealerships.
I tried to put Jack and Phoenix and even my mother out of my mind, but the empty miles left me a lot of time to continue to mull things over in my mind. By the time I pulled into the housing development I had seen on the satellite imagery, I had made up my mind what to do.
Nothing. I was going to pretend like there was not
