She was always doing puzzles. And in that moment, inside my dented red truck, I looked into her eyes and realized that she was one, and I was going to figure her out, piece by piece, until she didn't have that fear in her eyes anymore. I cupped her face in my hands, and closed the distance between us. Then, her phone rang. "Hello?" Her eyes got wide, as all the color drained from her face. She hung up the phone. "Dillon, we need to go. Drive."