Nearly an hour after Noah mentioned lunch, they were in the small town of Brighton on the far side of the lake from where Steph"s family lived and operated their shop. It wasn"t much of a town. A few businesses and a post office but in the mountains of Arizona, three houses clustered together were named and put on the map. At least, it felt that way some days. Stephanie gave directions, and Noah turned at one of the three cross streets, heading for the small diner, when she spotted it. The car two vehicles back.
A weight hit her stomach. For a moment she couldn"t breathe. She had to be wrong. But no. There couldn"t be another car with the same damage. Not with the same two quarter panels replaced as his. She twisted around in her seat try to get a better look.
“What?” Noah asked but she
