Stacy put her head against the cool glass of the window and closed her eyes. Sun was streaming into the car as they drove down I-25 into Denver.
“Thank you for coming with me today, sweetheart; it means a lot.” Stacy felt her mom’s hand gently squeeze her knee before moving back to the steering wheel . Sighing, Stacy opened her eyes and turned up the radio.
Twenty minutes later Stacy’s mom pulle...