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cool and calm, not sobbing and shuddering, only made it worse for her.
    She didn’t know about my dark place inside, where I could escape anytime. She didn’t know that I’d walked the afterworld.
    I was going to have to take care of her. But at that moment the best I could manage was, “It’s weird not having a phone.”
    “We’ll get you another one,” she said firmly. “Exactly like the old one, so everything feels normal.”
    “I’ll get Dad to pay for it.”
    Her knuckles went white again, and I waited through another long pause, staring out the passenger window at the pulsing highway lines.
    At last she said, “Your father really wanted to come, he told me to tell you.”
    I frowned, because it hadn’t even crossed my mind that Dad would fly down to Dallas. I was used to him bailing when things got crazy. Once when I was twelve, one of our cooking pots had exploded, a grease fire flowering across the kitchen ceiling, and he’d beat the flames down with a towel like a total hero. He probably saved the whole house from going up. But the moment the fire was under control, he’d driven away to spend two nights in a hotel, leaving me and Mom to call the fire department, clean up, and air out the house.
    That was just Dad being normal.
    “I’m glad he didn’t come,” I said.
    My mother let out a half-stifled laugh. “Really?”
    “He’s tough to handle when he’s freaked out. And you’ve taken care of him enough for one lifetime.”
    She turned her head and stared at me. I’d never said anything like that to her before, even though it was totally true.
    When her eyes started to glisten, I pointed ahead. “Um, Mom? Road?”
    Her attention went back to the highway. “He called this morning. But I was kind of bitchy and wouldn’t let him talk to you, since he wasn’t flying down. Sorry.”
    “That’s okay.” I smiled. “He can call me when he buys me a new phone.”
    I don’t know how late we drove that night. I fell asleep just as the sun was setting, the sky turning red and swollen overhead.
    We were at a motel when the car stopped next, and I woke up just enough to stumble to our room. I remember that the bed smelled wrong—not bad, but wrong, because it wasn’t mine and I wanted to be home. And then I was asleep again.
    *  *  *
    It was still dark when my brain switched back on, all at once.
    There was an energy running through my body. Not the panic I’d felt at every sudden noise for the last two days, but something dark and warm. My fingers went to my lips, which were buzzing.
    I sat up and looked around the room, taking a moment to remember where I was. Light from the ice machine outside was creeping around the blackout shades, revealing my mother asleep on the other bed. The darkness felt close, like something physical pushing in on me.
    I’d fallen into bed in dirty clothes, but on the dresser were the T-shirts and underwear we’d bought at the hospital gift shop. I took a shower, which didn’t wake Mom up, and dressed quietly. The hospital shop hadn’t sold socks, so I slipped my sneakers over bare feet, grabbed my hoodie, and went outside.
    The sky was streaked with shredded clouds, slowly turning burnt orange as dawn approached. A few spots of broken glass in the motel parking lot glittered like frost in the still, cold air. I pulled on my hoodie and crossed my arms against the chill.
    A neon sign read WHITE SANDS MOTEL , and across the highway loomed the silhouettes of sand dunes. We’d made it all the way to New Mexico.
    My father had taken me to White Sands for a camping trip when I was ten or so. I wondered if Mom even remembered that I’d been here before.
    With no cars in sight, I strolled across the empty highway, brazenly stopping in the middle to close my eyes and listen. The warm energy that had awakened me was still playing on my lips. In the silence I could almost hear it crackle.
    When I opened my eyes again the desert looked as blank as fresh paper. White