He opened his eyes and saw that they had just entered the state of North Carolina. He turned to look at his sister. She was hunched over the wheel, her knuckles white. They started to swerve into the left lane. He shouted, “What are you doing?” and grabbed the wheel. “I’ve got it, I’ve got it,” she said quietly as tears continued to stream down her face.
Words by Cynthia M. Gayton