He couldn’t give me that.
But you drove 190 miles the second I needed you, and you didn’t ask a single question, and you turned my phone face down when he called.
So I didn’t lose my family that day, Ivan.
I just finally found out which part of it was real.”
She reached over and patted my hand on the steering wheel.
“Now,” she said. “Let’s get lunch.
A real one, this time.
May you like
I’ll pick the place.”
THE END