Riley might not have anything to say, but maybe Alexa’s left some clues for me…If the little black leather purse in the backseat is Riley’s, then this nap-sack looking one must be…mine.

As I rummage through, Riley does a double-take from the road, again now with eyes wide open. She grabs for the bag, but I’m faster!

“Lex! You really shouldn’t go digging around in your…my second purse until we get to…uhm.” Her voice trails off into a babble, “Until we get to the — the destination!”