At the turnoff for the nature preserve, the steering wheel freezes. I yank on it, feel the ache in my shoulders from the effort before noticing the cloud around my legs.
“I can’t go that way!” I kick with my left foot, for all the good it will do me. “I’m not a ghost. I have to drive the long way around.”
The cab shakes with Selena’s frustration.
“Go on ahead,” I tell her. “Check on him. I’m right behind you.”
She sticks with me as if she doesn’t quite trust that I’ll follow through. The truck rocks down the road. I’m grateful for the light traffic—and the fact that I’ve made it this far without encountering a patrol car.
It’s only when I tap the brakes for a yield sign and meet no resistance that another notion creeps into my mind. Instead of Carter Dupree haunting my thoughts, I hea
