She stared out at the fields of alfalfa, marveling at the fact that she was riding in a Chevy HHR with her three siblings, farther from home than she had ever been in her life, somehow wealthier than she’d been before she started the trip. If they turned around right now, if they just put the car in reverse, dodging the oncoming traffic, all the way back to Tennessee, it would honestly have been enough for her. Everything in this moment was lovely, no harm done, but she knew it wouldn’t last. What else could they do? They had to push their luck.
