LEXIE
The drive back to Harlow felt longer than the drive out, the sun had moved across the sky while we were sitting in that hospital and the light coming through the windshield was that late afternoon gold that made everything look warmer than it probably was.
I had my head tipped back against the seat and my eyes half closed, I was not sleeping, I was just existing, which felt like enough for the moment.
Chaos drove the same way he always did. One hand on the wheel, unhurried, like he had nowhere more important to be. The radio was on low, something old and guitar-heavy that I didn't know the name of.
"His daughter got there before we left," I said at some point.
"I know, she called the bar."
"She cried a little in the hallway."
"She does that," he said. "Harlan pretends it annoy
