Chapter 59
The clock on the dashboard flickered to 1:12 AM, casting a faint, ghostly blue glow over the interior of the car. They were an hour out of Los Angeles, deep in the ink-black stretch of the Mojave where the world felt like it had ceased to exist. Carter hadn't touched the radio; the only sound was the low, hypnotic hum of tires on asphalt and the occasional rush of wind as a semi-truck roared past them in the opposite direction.
Carter’s silhouette was sharp against the passing highway lights. He broke the silence without taking his eyes off the road. "How are you holding up?"
"Like s**t," Sarah replied. Her voice was thin, roughened by hours of crying and the dry air of the heater.
"In what context?" Carter’s voice was a low rumble in the quiet cabin. "The pregnancy, or your
