Carina
I squeeze my eyes shut as John drives us onto the highway. My stomach is in knots and my heart is nearly beating out of my chest, but I feel alive as the wind beats against my exposed skin. John squeezes my hands that are wrapped around him and then places both hands on the handles. I try to lift my head a bit, forcing myself to open my eyes and take it all in. I still don’t know where we are going but I force myself to relax.
After a half an hour drive, John starts to slow down, and I am greeted by the sight of a carnival. Excitement fills me even as the memory of Jaxon assaults me. I have always loved festivals, loved the rides and the games and the excitement as kids ran around, laughing and screaming. The Ferris wheel in the distance makes my stomach fill with excited nerves a
