The drive to the headland took a while. At first Seth drove fast. Then, at an intersection, he gradually eased off. He glanced at me. "You hate it when people drive too fast. I remember."
I smiled and nodded. He kept his eyes on the road, but at the next fork he couldn't help himself and looked at me again. I knew what he was seeing. The seat color was starting to show through my knees, and the hem of my skirt had gone soft at the edges. I laid my hand where he could see it and nodded, reassuring. He clenched his jaw, faced forward, and kept driving along the coast.
It was still early when we got to the headland. Seth kept both hands on the wheel and didn't get out right away. I sat beside him and watched seabirds sweep across the windshield.
After a long time, he asked, "You scared?"
