Lena. She’d figured out where Francis had gone, and begged Kate to make him stay the night. “His vision,” she said. “He’ll never make it all the way home. The oncoming headlights leave him seeing halos. He admits that himself. I can’t believe he could be so reckless.” But when Kate hung up and looked at her father, who had followed her up the stairs, he seemed capable of driving all the way to the moon.
