“Come on,” Sarah muttered. When the light finally changed, they pushed through and took the next turn the tracker demanded—but a delivery truck lumbered into their lane, forcing them to crawl. Eleanor watched the dot glide forward, outpacing them, making turns they couldn’t see yet. “We’re losing it,” Eleanor said, voice thin.
“We’re not,” Sarah snapped—then softened immediately. “We’re not. Just keep watching.” It took them another ten minutes to catch the signal line up with the real world. The dot slowed. Turned off a main road. The streets thinned out—fewer buildings, fewer signs—until the map became mostly green. Woods. Eleanor’s stomach tightened. “Why are they going out there?”