10:32 PM, Tuesday, March 26th, 2013
The drive to Meteor Crater was straightforward and direct, and Interstate 40 presented a beautiful vista of unadorned scrubland and wide clear sky as the RV trundled west. Gabriella stared out the window, and the view passed by without registering in her consciousness at all. She’d come to regret what she’d said to Josephine. Part of her understood the motive and dilemma that had driven the decision to flee. The rest of her, however, had been grievously wounded; the hole in her heart still remained, blistered and festering, and it yawned like a great gulf between the two of them.