Nolan sat in the pickup truck of his estranged grandmother, Sally. She was driving him back to Miami from Islamorada in the Florida Keys to pick up some of his belongings. The drive was fairly silent as neither knew what to say to the other.

They entered a more residential downtown area. The place where Nolan had spent a few years crashing between his mom and dad’s separate residences. That’s when he saw someone on the side of the street. Someone very familiar.

“Sally, stop the car.” He said.