In a flurry of motion, Sal collects her purse, her shoes. She’s at the door, tugging on one heel, when Lacey screeches, “Wait!”

Quick, and with flourish, Lacey fluffs her hair, fixes her makeup. Then, she surveys Sal, sniffs.

“I still think you should move back to California.”

Sal laughs and hugs her sister. “I love you, but no.” Looking toward Seth, she says, “I need your keys.”

A quick toss and Sal catches them.

Seth stands. “Good luck.”

“Thank you.”

Sal shoots him a smile and then she’s gathering her strength and rushing out the door, her heart burning a hole through her chest.

Back to Luke’s road.

Their road.