Dad, I swear this wasn’t my plan. You have to believe me. I never meant for Charlie’s door to open when we were driving 60 miles an hour down the highway.

I told you about how I had put all of my stuff near me so that Charlie wouldn’t mess with any of it, right? Well, I had my binoculars… my broken binoculars (because of Charlie) in between us so that she would have to see what she had done. But then I started to get really sleepy.

When I woke up, everything seemed quiet. The only sounds were the hum of the tires on the road and some wind. I remember that it was really hot in the car, too. I looked around to see what Charlie was doing, and I saw that she was asleep against the door. It felt like something was off, though.

I felt in the floorboard for my backpack. It was there, and everything seemed to be in it. None of my magazines were missing. Then I realized it… my binoculars were gone.