*Claire*

I find myself feeling nostalgic as I drive down the road toward the police station. I remember every divot and bump in the road. I feel the way my car pulls a little too far to the right because the surveyor got the road measurements wrong, so the road tilts a little too far.

Still, I don’t mind it very much. It feels familiar, and I could use that right now.

The whole drive, I have two things on my mind. The first of those things is that it is going to be nice ...