I felt the emotional chill in the car; an iceberg sitting on the seat between us that made the one that brought down the Titanic look like it should've been sloshing around in a glass of bourbon.
"Is something wrong, Kerri?" I asked, knowing there was.
She looked out the window as the scenery went zipping past in a blur.
"I just feel like you're shuffling me from one place to the next, that's all."
I bit my lip to keep from saying something harsh.
"I'm trying to keep you alive until I can sort this confusing mess out, honey."