It had been a very long time since they'd pulled up to a diner like this. When they were kids, Danielle had fond memories of the cracked, squeaky booths and the incredibly long menus of all the diners they used to stop at along the road.

But when you were the only person in the family who ate solids any more, there was less of a need for them.

She frowned a little, unbuckling her belt. A line formed between her eyes. "Looks like hepatitis."