Chapter 2

The road to the bridge, the only resort access, was jammed with cars. Traffic was notoriously horrific there, and people said it often took over an hour just to cross. Because of that, food stalls lined the approach on weekends, hawking quick bites to travelers stuck in the gridlock. “Unni, I need to use the restroom too. Will you come with me?” “Yeah, of course. I want to stretch my legs and grab some fruit juice anyway.” Mom looked like she had no intention of moving an inch. Without a word to her, we got out of the car together. An astonishing crowd of people snapped photos, clutching sticks of fried fish cakes or bright slushies in their hands. The