Just ten minutes into our road trip, my husband pulled over and screamed, ‘Get out!’ Then he dragged me and our 4-year-old son onto the side of the highway. I thought he’d lost his mind—until I saw what was missing from the car.
The sun over the Arizona desert doesn’t just shine; it pummels. It is a relentless, vibrating heat that turns the horizon into a shimmering lie. I stood on the shoulder of Route 89A, the grit of the red dust coating my tongue, watching the twin red pinpricks of our SUV’s taillights vanish into the heat haze. The silence…
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