SHE WOKE SOMETIME LATER, immediately realizing the sun was all the way up now, and they must have traveled for at least an hour or more. They were still on the freeway, and she saw an exit approaching. He was slowing down, and the speed difference might have been what had woken her. “Where are we?”
“Just some small town. We need gas.” He pulled off the freeway and onto the exit ramp, slowing down dramatically as they entered the town. It could have been Shifter Springs, or a number of other small communities just like it across the country. Wyatt turned to the right, following a sign that displayed two gas stations, a hotel, and two restaurants. At the thought of food, her stomach rumbled, and she sat up straighter as they approached the pumps. Wyatt rolled down his window as the attendan
