“They’re gonna love it,” I say, clicking POST. See you in five days, if the ghosts don’t get us.…’” “‘Getting closer! Almost inside the dead zone. I log in to Instagram and take a quick shot of the sun-drenched evening road ahead. “I’ll post one last update before we lose it completely.” “I still have signal, but only just,” I say. I take my phone out of my pocket, realizing as I do that it’s much later than I’d thought. “Must be the start of the dead zone,” I say, feeling a fizz of excitement in my belly. “It jumped from dad rock to dance band, and then it just started crackling.” “The radio’s been acting up for a few miles,” Tone says. “What was that?” I ask, running my fingers through my hair. The crackling immediately disappears, replaced by the dull hum of the engine and the pent-up silence of the van. I’m woken by a shrill crackling noise that takes me from dozing to a dazed wakefulness in the blink of an eye.Īs I sit up and bat the sleep out of my eyes, I see Tone reach out and turn off the radio.
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