The window to the truck rolled down, but I could hardly see the face of the person inside because it was so dark and I was blinded by the headlights.
“You look a little worse for wear, little lady. Do you need some help?” A man’s voice rang out from the truck.
I nodded my head. “Y-y-yes.” My teeth were chattering against each other, making it difficult to speak.
The man leaned over and pushed the passenger door open. I shakily climbed into the truck, and I was instantly hit with a wave of heat. It stung against my cold extremities, but I didn’t mind. The heat was a welcomed change. I shut the truck door, and then the man rolled up the window.
“You look like you’ve been through hell. It’s a good thing I found you when I did,” the man said.
I forced a smile. I was grateful for his help,
