He hadn't told anyone. There was no one left to tell. His sister had moved to the coast years ago, swallowed by the same system he was running from. His friends were too tired or too scared to look up from their screens.
The border was nothing more than a rusted chain-link fence swallowed by cheatgrass and the fierce, indifferent silence of the high desert. To anyone else, it was a line on a map. To Charlie Wright, it was the edge of the world. Across the Line: The Exodus of Charlie Wright (...
He walked back to the truck, shifted it into gear, and drove slowly through the gap in the fence. The bottom of the truck scraped against a rock, a harsh metallic screech that sounded like a lock turning. He hadn't told anyone