That night, the pregnant woman in the back seat leaned closer to him.
“Sweetheart.”
Mason stiffened.
She smiled.
“Do you two know each other?”
I looked into the mirror.
Mason’s eyes widened.
He shook his head slightly.
Almost imperceptibly.
A warning.
A plea.
Maybe both.
I answered before he could.
“No.”
Mason released a breath.
The woman smiled.
“Sorry.”
“You just looked at each other like you recognized each other.”
I kept my eyes on the road.
“Long night.”
She laughed.
“Tell me about it.”
Her phone rang.
She answered.
“Hi, Mom.”
That was how I learned her name.
“Chloe.”
She laughed.
“Yes, Chloe is being careful.”
“No, Mason won’t let me walk anywhere.”
My hands tightened.
Mason stared out the window.
Chloe continued talking.
