When she was finally composed herself enough, she walked a few steps away, inhaling refreshing oxygen from the mask that Dirk had handed to her, not allowing herself to think about their destination. Time was of the essence. People depended on her.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?" Dirk finally asked as he caught up with her. The concern she saw in him helped her to relax as she replied,
“Yes, thanks Dirk. I appreciate the lie back there."
“All good, now can we move on? We still have a few hours to go."
“Yes, I am ready."
He took her hand and they walked back to the trucks, now neatly parked at the side of the road, all waiting for her. Patrick slapped Roland just as he attempted to light a cigarette. Commotion broke out.
“You dumbass!" he shouted at him. “You know it isn't safe to smoke
