Everyone assumed trucks would be impossible.
Her disappearance began at a truck stop.
Her captor was a trucker.
Roads connected nearly every memory surrounding her abduction.
For months, Joan avoided the question.
Then one morning, nearly a year after the trial, she asked her sister for a ride to a dealership.
“For what?”
“A vehicle.”
Her sister stared at her.
“Are you sure?”
Joan smiled faintly.
“No.”
That answer was enough.
She chose a small SUV.
Nothing like the thirty-ton rigs she once drove across the country.
The salesman handed her the keys.
Joan sat behind the wheel for nearly ten minutes without starting the engine.
Her sister waited outside.
She did not knock on the window.
Did not ask whether Joan wanted help.
She simply waited.
Finally, Joan turned the key.
