Rosalind wasn't much for conversation, and Catalina had long since learned that silence around her wasn't awkward. It was simply another way the older woman occupied a room. The tires hummed against the highway while the Blue Ridge Mountains slowly gave way to rolling hills and eventually the outskirts of Charlotte. Catalina watched the landscape change through the passenger window, absently turning the silver pendant over between her fingers.
Her mother's pendant.
She still wasn't used to thinking of it that way.
"You've been quiet," Rosalind observed without taking her eyes off the road.
"So have you."
A faint smile tugged at the corner of Rosalind's mouth.
"Fair."
Another few miles slipped by before Catalina finally spoke again.
"What happens when we get there?"
Rosalind rested
