The car bounced over cracked pavement as Aubrey slid something into the radio.
It whirred. Buffered once. Twice.
Then the speakers kicked to life.
Heavy bass filled the car, sharp drums rattling the doors. The beat was loud enough that a few infected on the sidewalk turned their heads as the car rolled past.
Beside her, Julia let out a loud laugh.
"Oho!! This shit is tight! Where'd y'all even get this??"
Aubrey smirked, eyes still on the road. "Got it off some guy in St. Louis when we went there."
Julia turned to her fully. "You traveled to St. Louis? Girl, I remember you was scared to leave even Chicago."
Aubrey chuckled under her breath. "Yeah, well… there's a lot we need to catch up on."
"Yeah," Julia said, nodding slowly.
In the backseat, Isabella watched them through the rearview mirror.
She had tried to keep her face blank. Calm. Mature.
It wasn't working.
