ON THE WAY TO HEADQUARTERS

Usually there was nothing good on the radio in the middle of the day, but Enora dialed through them anyway. She left it on her favorite station and lowered the volume, hoping something would come on after the commercials.

Victor pulled onto the line at the fast-food place, reaching for her hand but she pulled away.

He suppressed a laugh but couldn’t hide the smile, “You’re really mad at me?”

“What do you mean? Yes! You’re ...