Nothing Can Hide From the Sun

Meghan climbed unsurely into Aaron’s mud-crusted SUV, pausing mid-step to glance over her shoulder and make sure she wasn’t being watched. “Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?” he pressed her to change her mind.
Stammering briefly, she replied, “Yeah.”
“Well, then there’s no turning back now” Aaron said as he revved his engine and pulled his seatbelt across his enormous chest. With one last glance out the window into the dark of night, Meghan bit her lip and nodded hesitantly.
Now they were on the freeway and the sun began to rise over the buildings in the horizon. Her old and worn dark blue suitcase lay limp in the backseat, contrasting against his clean black duffel bag, price tag dangling against it’s side. Meghan was lying gracefully in the passenger seat; her eyes gently sealed. Aaron’s eyes were fixed on the road, but every couple of minutes, his eyes would slide towards her face and he would absorb the grace she possessed, even in this state. Despite this, he couldn’t break the cycle of contemplation gushing through his head at light speed: he knew this had to be done; it was for her own good, and it was what she always wanted. When the sun had risen to the center of the desert sky, and the clock on the car’s stereo changed from 11:59 to 12:00, Aaron pulled the car out into the shameless heat of the desert, the iron-gaze of the summer sun, and cut the engine. He stepped with a thud out onto the crunching grains of sand beneath his black Converse; he popped open the trunk and from the black shuffle emerged a shiny silver shovel and began to dig.