CHAPTER 37 — The Road With No Name
Carolyn
The road stretched endlessly ahead of me, dusk was settling slowly, the last rays of sunlight clung stubbornly to the horizon.
My motorcycle roared beneath me, its engine vibrating through my legs and into my bones. The steady hum had become the only constant in my life these past few days. It was the closest thing I had to a heartbeat outside my own chest.
Wind lashed against my face, whipping strands of my hair loose from the braid I had tied earlier that morning. Dust clung to my jacket, my boots, my skin. I could feel grit between my fingers every time I tightened my grip on the handlebars.
I had been riding for hours, maybe longer, apparently time blurred when you had nowhere to be and everywhere to avoid. I had to avoid pack borders, hu
