POV: Sofia

I have never experienced time the way I experienced it in that car. Seven minutes is not a long time, I know this intellectually, have known it my entire life in the way you know things that have never been tested against anything real. Seven minutes is the length of a short meeting, the time it takes to make coffee, the gap between one television segment and the next. Seven minutes is nothing. Seven minutes disappears inside an ordinary day without leaving a mark.

But, seven minutes with your children standing thirty meters from your sister at a park gate is an entirely different unit of measurement. It...