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There was a long moment, with nothing but the sound of wind whistling past the side mirrors, the rumble of highway pavement under the tires. They hurtled through the dark, mysterious shadows of pine trees high overhead on both sides of the highway, headlights beaming at them from the oncoming cars in the distance.
Shawn was driving fast enough that no one was passing them, although possibly it was just that the road was empty, which should have been a little strange for the night before Thanksgiving. But Elisabeth didn't own a car and hadn't been out of Greenleigh in a while, so she didn't know if the dark stretch of highway on a late autumn evening was normal or not.
And what was he talking about? It wasn't making any sense.
New York City. That was a place, a place far away from Gr
