Van

Julia’s smile shone through the window of my truck as I closed the door behind her and walked around to the driver’s side. Despite the cold air and waning sunlight, Ashland was alive with people and cars. The courthouse parking lot was still relatively full. A man who worked at the coffee shop waved as he got into his car. Before I was barely seated, Julia leaned across the seat, kissing my cheek.

“We made it,” she said as the engine ...