Normally, Ella didn’t like driving long distances. She’d get bored or tired after a few hours, and her nerves always tightened on the highway—too many trucks, too many speeding cars, too much noise demanding her attention. But today was different. The road was almost empty, no motorcycles zipping by to steal her focus. To her surprise, she found herself enjoying the ride, the steady rhythm of the tires on asphalt, the quiet stretch of the world unfolding ahead of her.
She had lost count of how many towns, rest areas, or golden arches she had passed. Just then, her cell phone rang—it was the hospital. She almost let it go to voicemail, but knowing she couldn’t do that, she pressed “answer” on her car console.
“Yes, Ella here,” she said.
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