Lena raised an eyebrow. “You’re the one who said it was a poem.”
The sky turned the color of old lead. The GPS signal flickered. The TomTom’s voice, usually so confident, began to stammer. TomTom Maps of Western Europe 1GB 960 48
was the weight of forgetting. 960 was the number of lies the map told per second to seem smooth. And 48 was the count of times it chose a highway over a memory. Lena raised an eyebrow