Andre drove her back to town not long after that. The sun was just beginning to set, glaring into her eyes even though she had her sunglasses planted firmly on her nose. As on the drive out to Lawrence’s house, neither Danica nor Andre said much to one another. Her thoughts were churning.
I went back in time. I went back in time.
All right, only for a few seconds, but still. She knew she hadn’t imagined what she saw. How could she have? She hadn’t even known that those lands weren’t always dried-up desert. Local history wasn’t something covered in her school’s curriculum, except the standard story about how a group of travelers had come to the area in July of 1876 and cut down a ponderosa pine so they could fly the American flag for the holiday, thus giving birth to Flagstaff’s name.
If
