Laura glanced around the dumpster and then stepped closer to the gas station bathroom. She peeked the other way before opening the door. Gabriel stood behind her quietly, holding her hand. She had used the dirty sink to clean them up as best she could. Tucking a cloth, a towel, and a bar of soap in the plastic bag she carried, she then returned the key to the balding, overweight attendant behind the counter.
Her neck ached from sleeping, or trying to sleep, in the torn vinyl passenger seat. She’d made a bed for Gabriel on the backseat so he’d be able to stretch out. She’d parked behind the gas station last night and was pretty sure no one had seen her. She didn’t have much gas, so she couldn’t afford to be driving all over town. She only had $24.37 left in cash after she’d emptied the pen
