Felix opens the center console. “Here,” he says, passing back a snack bar that’s mostly nuts, the kind I like best. I meet his eyes in the mirror. “Thank you.” “You just happened to have that in there?” Bridget gawks at her brother. “No,” he says. “I bought it when I stopped for gas. Just in case.” “Just in case,” she repeats. “Lucy gets carsick if she has an empty stomach.”
