Why would anyone get in a car with a stranger? their expressions sometimes asked.
Because what she’s trying to escape from is a lot worse, she wants to tell them.
Most were nice, opening their doors with a friendly face. Some were not. They didn’t get far with her.
Once in a while, they asked about her situation. How could she tell them about splashing through the woods, half dressed, scrabbling blindly for the road? Hoping a passing motorist would find her before he did.
Every night she returns to the same stretch of highway, living it again and again.