It was still dark out at 1 in the morning. There was nothing but the SUV's headlights lighting up the narrow gravel road, and the weeds and trees that imperfectly lined the corners of it. It was also quiet. Except for the sound of the wheels turning against the ground—making an endless white noise—and the car's stereo softly playing out mellow songs from decades past. Danny glanced at Aly, who was sitting on the front passenger seat with the side of her head leaning against the window.
“The sky's clear,” she said, barely audibly. Danny looked up and saw that it was. Stars that looked like small sparkling dots littered the vastness of the sky, and the crescent moon shone unhindered from up above them. It was always cloudy in the town, and smoggy in the city, so it was a refreshing sight to
