He nodded. “There’s someplace I want you to see. I’ll try to work it so we get there toward the end of our run.”

Everett seemed perfectly capable of conversation while he jogged, but Joy found it more difficult to talk and maintain her rhythm. He must have noticed, because they jogged for a half hour in companionable silence. They began a slow, steady ascent up a hill. By the time they reached the summit, Joy was coated in a sheen of perspiration and breathing heavily.

“It’s close by,” Everett muttered next to her.

Joy didn’t understand what he meant and didn’t have the breath to ask him. They cleared...