Leaving pack lands is laughably easy with Andrew by my side, and I can't help but wonder if he's laughing at me in his head for overreacting to his blacked-out getup.
There's no one around to care, much less notice us.
The dented blue Toyota looks like freedom on four wheels. It's just one of the many cars parked here, but it's my gateway to a new life.
"Do you have the keys?" I ask, standing by the locked passenger door.
Andrew dangles them from his finger. "What, you think I'd walk us out here without them?"
He slides into the driver's seat, and I fold myself into the passenger side. The seats are clean and well-maintained, and it smells like French fries inside.
"There's a blanket in the back seat, if you want it."
A blanket in this weather? But I realize why he offers when he cranks the AC as high as it goes. Once it kicks in, I'm going to turn into a human ice cube.
