Chapter 14 Liam
Liam
The morning sun came up too bright for how little any of us had slept.
Poppy was quiet in the back seat, staring out the window like the windmills spinning in the fields might give her answers she couldn’t ask out loud. Jenny sat beside me, arms wrapped around herself, sipping coffee like it was the only thing holding her together.
She hadn’t said much since the carnival.
I hadn’t asked.
Because I saw the look on her face last night—the kind that told me she didn’t get spooked easily. And when she said we needed to leave, I didn’t argue because I felt it too, even if I couldn’t explain it.
“Couple of hours to the next town,” I said, glancing at her.
She nodded but didn’t answer.
Something was still eating at her.