"Thank you," Libera said between mouthfuls, feeling a little more alive and, as they got closer and closer, a little more morose.
By the time they entered Chicago, Libera was silent. She fished her phone out of her pocket to let Google Maps lead her properly now to the hospice she was looking for. It took a few wrong turns and a few annoying drivers that Libera would insist weren't her at all, they pulled into the carpark of the hospice.
Then Libera sat, both hands still on the wheel, watching the glass doors. "This is it."