Chapter 22
Sitting on the end of the hotel bed, Sara wrapped her long arms around her knees as she stared at the closed bathroom door. The sound of the shower still emanated through the walls, but with each passing minute, her stomach knotted even more. Josh hadn’t said a word the entire trip to the nearest town, and when she’d gently made the suggestion that he could wash up to get rid of the smell of gasoline, he’d simply gone into the bathroom and shut the door.
That had been thirty minutes ago.
Cam’s flicking through the channels on the TV wasn’t helping.
“Maybe I should go in there and check on him,” she finally said out loud.
“He might want to be alone,” Cam warned. He looked to the closed bathroom door and grimaced. “But I don’t really care. You should go check on him.”
She wa
