A few days later, during a slow moment at work, John looked up yacht rentals on the coast. By that evening, he’d booked a weekend on a forty-foot sailboat with a sun-faded deck. They hit the road early Friday morning.
Catherine packed more pillows than clothes, and John brought more snacks than maps. The highway was quiet, and every hour or so, John pulled over so Catherine could stretch her legs near gas stations and diners that smelled like strong coffee and oil.