The car pulled up. It was an old sedan, and as the dome light turned on, she could see that the front passenger seat had a box of tissues sitting on it. The driver didn't look particularly scary, though, even if it was two in the morning.
"I'm so sorry for whatever I did," Catherine repeated.
"It's not your fault," Eleanor assured her. "Please send me a message when you get to the bus station?"
"Of course," Catherine said.
"Here, take this," Eleanor quietly put a few twenty dollar bills into Catherine's hand.
"I can't take this."
"Please, be safe."