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Night Road

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She opened the window and stuck her head out, breathing in the sweet, clean air. The landscape was exactly as she remembered: towering trees, summer blue sky, distant mountains. Out here, life had gone on without her.

“I was sure bummed to hear they added time on to your sentence for bad behavior. I expected to pick you up a while ago. ”

“Yeah. Well. 2005 was a bad year. After I lost Gracie…” She couldn’t even finish the sentence. All of that was behind her now, anyway.

“You’re better now?”

“As good as an ex-con can be. I don’t do drugs or drink, if that’s what you’re asking. ”

“I hear you got your degree. Your aunt was so proud. ”

“Sociology,” Lexi said, turning her head to stare out the window.

“Still dreaming of law school?”

“Nope. ”

“You’re still young, Lexi,” he said.

“So I hear. ” She leaned more deeply into the comfortable seat, watching the miles fly past. Soon, they were in Port George, driving through the Native-owned land, past the fireworks stands that lined the road in early summer. And then they were on the bridge, crossing over Shallow Pass.

Welcome to Pine Island, pop. 7,120.

She felt her chest tighten. There was the entrance to LaRiviere Park … the high school … Night Road. By the time Scot pulled up in front of his office, Lexi’s jaw ached.

“Are you okay?” Scot asked, opening her door.

Get out, Lexi. Smile. If there’s one thing you know how to do now, it’s fake a smile.

She managed it. “Thanks, Scot. ”

He handed her one hundred dollars. “This is from your aunt. And here’s a bus ticket to Pompano Beach. The bus leaves tomorrow afternoon at 3:30. ”

“Tomorrow?”

How was she supposed to keep her distance when she was here, at the scene of her crime and the only place that had ever felt like home?

“Jenny invited you to spend the night and have dinner with us if you’d like,” Scot said.

“No. ” She said it too quickly and realized her mistake. “Sorry. I don’t mean to be rude, it’s just that I haven’t been around people for a long time. Two thousand one hundred forty-four and a half days. ” She smiled tiredly and looked around, anxious to be on her own.

“Aren’t you going to ask me?” Scot said.

Lexi wanted to shake her head, maybe even say hell, no, but she just stood there.

“She lives with her dad in the old Tamarind cabin on Cove Road. I see her every now and then in town with her dad. ”

Lexi didn’t react. In prison, she’d learned to hide everything, especially pain. “Does she look happy?”

“She looks healthy. ”

Lexi nodded. “That’s good. Well, Scot—”

“We could fight for her, Lexi. Partial custody or at least visitation rights. ”

Lexi remembered “visitations” with her mom: the two of them in a room while a social worker looked on. What Lexi remembered about those rare days was how scared she was of the woman who’d borne her. “I’m a twenty-four-year-old ex-con whose last real job was part-time at an ice cream shop. I have no place to live, and I doubt like hell I’ll be hired at any decent job. But I should swoop in and see my daughter, wedge myself into the Farraday family again, and bring up all that pain … so that I can feel happier. Is that it?”

“Lexi—”



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