Aria

The scenery outside had stopped making sense miles ago. Blurred trees, nameless towns, unfamiliar highways, all melting into one long stretch of nowhere. We’d already passed the city. Passed the suburbs. Passed civilization.

I peeked at the car dashboard.

Four hours.

I hadn’t looked at Grant once.

Not directly.

I’d seen him, though. Out of the corner of my eye. Watching him shift seamlessly between his laptop and his tablet, fingers flying, face unreadable. Like the car was ...