EVAN
We've been driving for about six hours, and now find ourselves on a really windy road toward the Rocky Mountains.
I've rented an amazing villa in the hills which offers us privacy and space to do all of the outdoorsy things that Holly has planned. We've been listening to music all the way, and while she's seemed happy overall, there is definitely something going on with her.
"You okay over there, Champ?" I ask.
"I'm just dandy," she says, just a little too chipper.
"That's a weird word, baby. What's going on? Car sick?"
"You could say that," she says quietly.
"Oh, sorry. We'll be to the house in like six minutes."
She nods, but I can tell there's something she's not saying. I let it go, her spirits appearing to lift as soon as she sees the gorgeous home I've rented for us. Holly's so excited she hops out of the SUV before it's barely come to a complete stop.