“Hey, Em—” Colin started, but Emily was already turning down the heat because she knew what he was going to say. She knew him. And something about it made Maggie feel even lonelier. “Are you . . .” Maggie looked back at the boy whose head brushed the ceiling. “Sure? That you want to ride back there? I don’t mind.” “Oh, this isn’t for you,” he said. “It’s for me. The back seat is way safer than the front.”
