The Mustang roared softly beneath them as they cruised through Harmonfield, sunlight bouncing off mirrored buildings, the city pulsing with late-afternoon energy. Sarah’s fingers still rested lightly in Jack’s. Neither of them spoke for a long while. They didn’t need to.
Eventually, Jack broke the silence.
“I need a new car.”
Sarah blinked. “The Mustang’s still fine.”
Jack nodded. “It is. But I’m not.”
She turned toward him. “What do you mean?”
Jack’s jaw flexed. “I’ve been walking around Harmonfield trying to live like the guy I used to be. And maybe I needed that. But after today?” He looked ahead, eyes narrowing. “I think it’s time the city remembered who I became.”
Sarah smiled faintly. “Then let’s get you something worthy of that reminder.”
An hour later, they pulled into Harm
