Dylan doesn't get the chance to answer, hands shooting out to brace himself reflexively, as a truck swerves in front of them. He breathes out, as she wheels around it, and takes another breath in, holding it as they turn onto the bridge. This is it. The rest of this little ballet has been a cakewalk compared to this. This is the hard part, this is crunch time, this is where, if anything's going to go wrong, it will, and God, he hopes it doesn't.

"Good," he tells Alma, despite all that. "Just stay with him."