“I still don’t understand why we couldn’t have just mailed him from a secret account like Larry did to you,” Aly said before taking a bite of her burger. They had bought takeout from a drive-thru, 6 hours into the drive. Danny had wanted to go on with the journey, but Aly insisted they park on the side of an abandoned warehouse to shield themselves from the afternoon sun—a decision that Danny was eventually realized he was grateful for, the very moment he stretched out his limbs. Aly thought it was funny to see—Danny stepping out of the car with aching joints made him look like a newborn fawn that had just learned how to walk. Danny, on the other hand, did not appreciate it one bit, and wore the annoyed expression he usually had. “Because,” Danny answered her, “they'd probably tighten

