“Take it. Go. Go do it.” Grandma pushed the keys and a thick envelope into Ella’s hands. Ella’s head was swimming. Go. Do it. On her eighteenth birthday, she’d said she wanted to take a long, long trip. She never imagined she would actually do it. Sullivan and all 4,000 residents were her world. She had gone to St. Louis once on a school trip. Ella never thought she would ever travel that far again. The car was a 1955 Bel...