My dad told us he was a mid-level manager at a parts distributor

We don’t use credit cards. We turn off our phones. We drive west with cash, toward a cabin Dad used to talk about—a fishing spot he said he loved in Idaho.

We make it two states before they catch up to us.

It starts with headlights behind us that won’t disappear. Then a car tries to cut us off near a diner. I swerve, heart pounding, and we manage to continue reading …