Jo hugged her back, but said nothing. He remembered how badly he had wanted to hit her when Barbara had forced him to give up the idea that Nina might be alive. Now he was ashamed of what he had thought, a shame and uneasiness — but he was also touched by her friendship. It was more meaningful than he had imagined when he first rang her doorbell. How did I get to know you so well in just a few hours? "I feel like you're my own son," she said. Then she left him again. When she was far away, Joe looked inside the car at the diminishing shadow in the rearview mirror until it disappeared. Drenched, Joe drove back to Denver, ignoring the speed limit, alternating between heat and air conditioning, and trying to dry his clothes. The hope of finding Nina soon made his blood boil. Although he had made some promises to Barbara, one thing seemed absolutely right in this treacherous world: Nina was alive, somewhere. 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