On the Way to a Family Reunion I Suddenly Knew Something Was Wrong and Told My Husband to Turn Around

highway. Two gas stations, a pharmacy, a feed store, a traffic light. People going about ordinary life, buying groceries, pumping gas, carrying on. The black truck slowed when it reached the highway, as though the cameras and the foot traffic gave the driver second thoughts. He dropped back. When the 911 operator directed us to the pharmacy lot to continue reading …