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On her other side, Sean is staring straight ahead.
But I see his hand close into a fist against his knee.
He's trying not to reach for her too.
Three people sitting in the same vehicle.
A father.
A mother.
A daughter.
Not a family yet.
Maybe we never will be in the way we once might have been.
Too much time has passed.
Too much has happened.
But Sage is holding my hand.
Sean is beside her.
And for today, that is enough.
Arthur turns off the highway.
We follow Will onto a narrow road cutting between red rock cliffs.
Sage looks out the window.
“Where are we?”
“About forty miles from Iron Ridge,” Sean answers.
The road curves.
A house appears ahead.
Low.
Stone.
Almost invisible against the canyon walls.
No mailbox.
No sign.
No neighboring homes.
A steel gate closes behind the first SUV.
Then behind ours.
Cameras turn toward the road.
