Court stumbled into Ronnie and opened his eyes, surprised to find himself older than he’d been moments before and walking in the hot, late afternoon sun down the middle of an empty interstate. Well, not empty, exactly—a few wrecked cars lay tangled on one side of the road, as if the head-on collision that totaled their chassis had been strong enough to fling them clear off the highway. A dozen yards away, a metallic road sign glittered in sunlight. Now Entering Greensville County.
All Court knew of Greensville County was that it was due south of Petersburg, and Interstate 95 ran through it on the way down to North Carolina. Which was above South Carolina, which was where Fort Sumter was located. So they were still heading in the right direction. Good.
The memories of Melissa and Jeanine
