The car was smooth. Lucas said so immediately.
"Our bus is bumpy. This is smooth." He pressed his nose to the window. "Everything looks different from in here. Taller. Like a different angle."
"Different suspension," Adrián said from the other side of me.
Lucas considered this. "Is that why everything goes past slowly when you're not on it?"
"I've never thought about it that way."
"It's because you're faster than it. So it can't keep up." He said it the way he says most things, not proudly, just as a fact. Then he went back to the window.
I looked at my own window. The street sliding past. My building disappearing behind us. I knew the exact moment it went, I felt it go.
Lucas fell asleep somewhere on the motorway.
One moment he was watching the road with Bear tucked under his arm
