I think I'll go for a ride
'Til my memory fades

Roll down the windows and glide down 75 to the Everglades.

— Nothing But You, Kim Ferron.


Rachel had spent seventeen years looking after Quinn without respite. Quinn had spent the same amount of time looking for a way to get back what she had lost, unsuccessfully. Yet, she didn't consider these last ten days like a failure.

She may have killed four people, but she didn't fall asleep knowing that her family's murderers were still free and far from justice and jail anymore.

She didn't go to sleep, shaking with fear, in Rachel's bed anymore, scared that the culprits would come back to get her, to punish her for having fled, to beat her to death and look at her suffering without scruples.

She barely thought about it anymore.

They had driven for two days still after leaving Salt Lake City and its stunning view, only stopping to eat or to sleep. They turned the radio on less often; the news were banal and repetitive, and the intentional fire of the Indiana manor was only mentioned once. The investigation was still on, looking for the criminals, but they still had no proof, and the research teams were beginning to wear out.

Quinn knew that they had managed to avoid them definitely when she went past the green sign, where "California" was written in big white letters.

They finally did it. They had crossed half of the United States in less than a week, traveled thousands of kilometers without looking back, without looking behind them, and they had finally reached their destination.

However, Quinn kept on driving, refusing to stop before she could see the ocean. She bypassed the Mojave desert, driving the vehicle under an already scorching sun even though it was only eleven in the morning, and eventually reached the shore after a couple of hours.

She parked the car a few kilometers away from the nearest town, in front of a beach stretching endlessly and a blue stretch even more vast. She opened the window, felt the sea air submerging the vehicle and the light wind tousling her hair. Quinn sighed softly and let herself fall against the back of her seat.

"We're here."

Rachel almost asked "where?" but she didn't when she saw the look of pure serenity bathing Quinn's face. She looked happy, as if she had just finally reached an objective about which she had dreamed for so long. The dark-haired girl smiled, then she also began to observe the horizon before her eyes.

It was terribly different from Ohio — Rachel only knew, before the events of the last month, this small state from the north of the United States, and it made her oddly happy to see such a diametrically opposite landscape to the one of her childhood.

And their journey, in fact, even if it wasn't truly one at first, had led her through hundreds of places that she couldn't have even imagined. She would at least get something positive out of it.

No, it wasn't true — there was something else that was positive, and it had nothing to do with the discovery of thousands of landscapes. Quinn was free, free of her torturers, from the injustice following her since she was seven years old. Perhaps not totally freed from her guilt, but she would succeed, Rachel was sure of it.

Quinn had been able to realize the most important thing to her — avenge her family and fix the injustice from which she had been a victim.

From now on, she could move on better things.

Suddenly, the blonde averted her gaze from this dreamlike picture and laid it on Rachel, offering her a shy but confident smile. Her eyes were shining with love and happiness. Her pupils weren't obstructed by the painful memory that had haunted her for so long anymore.

And Rachel knew that she had already moved on. They had their entire lives before them to make up for lost time.


Here's the end of the story, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did when I wrote it. Thanks to those who left a review, that's what drives me to translate for you.