Cruise control. She let her co-pilot take over the car and her mind. Her head fell back and she let it absorb the bumps of the drive. Her thoughts explored the fractals that had been growing all weekend for the last forty years. Her face crumpled, and she allowed a full minute of tears.

The mask went back on; she took control of the wheel.

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