“Do you know where we’re going?” I finally ask. Of course I’ve wondered, but I haven’t wanted to hear Aurora tell me she doesn’t, so I haven’t managed the bravery to make the foregone inquiry. And I’m regretting my decision to be brave when she doesn’t immediately answer with the affirmation I was looking for in the first place. “Never mind: don’t tell me we’re lost. I can’t cope with—”
