Chapter 9
Quinn wondered how many times she’d traveled this same stretch of highway in her lifetime. The interstate pale gray under her headlights, traffic light and steady all around her. A surprising number of trees alongside for being so close to a major city.
Heading west out of Illinois, watching for the first glimpse of the soaring stainless steel of the Arch in the distance.
Countless times as a kid, of course, mostly in the huge backseats of her parents’ typical road-boat cars. Playing silly games with her brother like trying to spot the most vehicles with out-of-state license plates, back before endless versions of vanity plates made that game a lot harder.
Or else all four of them chattering with excitement about whatever got the adults to make the big trip out of state and a
