2. Chapter Two
Chapter Two
Jackie
T he next four hours go by way faster than I thought they would. I created about a zillion different play-lists and I get through two of them by the time my eyelids start to feel heavy and I decide it’s time to stop for the night.
Ezra’s “I want to get better” is just finishing on my playlist when I pull into a gas station a couple of miles outside the state border. I park beside the diner attached to the main station—right along a dense stretch of forest, and climb out of the cab to stretch. The sky is a beautiful star-dotted midnight-blue, and the air is warm even though it’s almost one in the morning.
After I go through my night-time housekeeping checklist, I head to my comfy queen-sized bed at the back of the camper. And
SCREEEEEEEEEEEEAAAM!!!
There’s a guy sprawled on the mattress; passed out on my freshly cleaned mint green comforter.