Chapter Eight
The storm
Sammy leaned her head against the back seat and stared out the window. Dust was driving now and she had given up the front passenger seat to her little brother. He had been talking non-stop to Dust for the past couple of hours.
Her gaze briefly flickered to the front and she locked eyes with Dust in the mirror. A small smile twisted her lips when she saw the questioning look in his gaze. A moment later he broke contact to focus on the road in front of them.
“Sammy, can I have another snack cake?” Todd asked, glancing over the seat with a hopeful look.
“Just one more,” Sammy murmured. “I don’t want you getting sick to your stomach.”
“I won’t,” Todd promised, turning back around to dig into the bag.
They had gone through the store one more time looking for thin
