Amy closed the door behind Olivia, careful not to get anything caught in the door as she did so. She hurried over to the driver’s side, giving another one of those reassuring smiles before pulling away.
“You’re from England?” She kept her eyes mostly on the road, glancing quickly over to Olivia only every now and then. “Your accent was the giveaway.” Well, it was that and the fact that she was probably Peter’s mother, but that explanation would come in due time. Amy didn’t want to spoil things by giving away that vital detail.
“Most explanations around here are strange.” She admitted with a little shrug. “I came here from Las Vegas, no clue how I’d gotten here. Kind of like you, but less of a distance between myself and my home than with you and yours.”