When I read this part of Baca’s story, I immediately thought of a time when I was unsure of what I was seeing. My father and I were going on a road trip when I was 15. He finished his shift at work around 10pm, and we had 6 hours of driving ahead of us. He asked me to stay awake to keep him company, so I drank one of those small bottles of caffeine that used to be around before 5 Hour Energy hit the market. We drove through the wasteland of Nevada where few cars pass and there are no towns for sometimes a hundred miles or more. The headlights on the asphalt shone pale yellow and the darkness surrounding the car felt as if it might swallow me whole. A panic settled into my bones that I couldn’t shake. It was as if our car had entered another
