Chapter One
Margo stared out the car window for what felt like hours before realizing she was staring at herself. The black mirror reflected sadness. Pure sadness.
Darkness descended beyond their vehicle. Night was upon them, suffocatingly present.
Deanna drove in silence.
Emerging from a daze, Margo looked around and asked, “Where are we?”
Deanna hesitated before admitting, “I'm not exactly sure.”
“What happened to the highway?”
“I thought we'd take the scenic route home.” Deanna gave a desperate chortle and admitted, “It's hardly the scenic route when you can't see what's around, am I right?”
“You are right,” Margo agreed. Her tone came out much gruffer than she'd intended, but she decided not to apologize. If she expressed mild contempt for her partner consistently enough,
