7
FARRAH
My frustration with Daleigh only grew as Wyatt and I went to get our borrowed car from the parking lot and found it disabled. Daleigh had made a hole in the fuel tank and all the fuel had leaked out. When we checked the other few cars on the parking lot, we found they were all in the same situation.
In the cold and dark of the night, Wyatt and I had to walk back into the town and steal another car.
Then we drove away.
After a few minutes, my adrenaline and rage seeped out of me and I surrendered to the warmth of the car and its lulling movement. When I woke up, the sun was rising on the horizon.
Behind the wheel, Wyatt rolled his shoulders and neck.
“We can switch,” I offered, sitting straighter. “I can drive for a bit so you can sleep.”
“No, it’s okay,” he said, his atten
