Tranquility. Acceptance. A calmness washes over me and I breathe out easy. It’s comforting, I suppose, knowing I’ve fallen to the bottom and can fall no further. Penelope’s eyes trail the river of red trickling down the back of my hand until it disappears under the cuff of my shirt. “Where are we going?” she murmurs. My hand slides off the steering wheel and finds her knee. “Home, Queenie.”
