Then she turned off the GPS.
Lena stared at the lie. She’d already seen his location share flicker on for thirty seconds by accident. He wasn’t in Rawlins. He was in a Holiday Inn two exits west of here, the one with the indoor pool Eli had been begging to visit. Searching for- Your Daddy Ditched Me Again in-
This was the third time. The first, she’d cried. The second, she’d screamed. Now, she just felt the familiar, hollow thud of a pattern completing itself. Your Daddy Ditched Me Again. Then she turned off the GPS
“Again?” Eli whispered, already drifting back to sleep. He wasn’t in Rawlins
“No, baby.” She reached back and squeezed his ankle. “Daddy got lost again.”
Can’t. Truck broke down near Rawlins. I’m sorry.
The snow thickened. The road narrowed. The GPS fell silent, the screen showing a blank gray void where the map should be. For a terrifying, liberating second, Lena was nowhere. No route. No destination. No man-shaped hole to drive around.