Penelope's POVThere were so many addicts on the road—some standing strangely on the side of the road, some lying on the ground like trash, and some resembling post-apocalyptic zombies—that I had to reduce my speed to avoid bumping into any addicts who might suddenly lose their minds.
Here in Florida, every outsider either went to hell or was reborn. I was not sure which one I was, but I didn't feel bad about living with Elda. I didn't want to gaze into the past or look ahead to the future because I had a hunch; my subconscious was telling me that it was best not to look back and pry into the past but to live in the present.
