CHAPTER 13
Trace pulls out of the church parking lot with tires screeching. In the back seat, Lisa stares out the side window. No one speaks. After a sharp turn onto Route 9, Ryan loses his balance and grabs the armrest. “How about I drive?”
Trace’s jaw tightens. “I’m fine.”
“Okay, just offering. I’ve got the directions to the storage unit, and according to the GPS, it’s less than ten minutes from here. Do we eat now or later?” When neither Trace nor Lisa reply, he says, “I’ll take that as later.”
laterA lot of heavy silence, and a few minutes later, finds the trio rummaging through the boxes.
“I can barely breathe in here.” Lisa wipes her forehead. “The temperature must be over a hundred-and-twenty degrees.”
Even with the door of the storage unit wide open, no air circulates in the
