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The sky had progressed through most of its stages of darkening and, with no rain all day, its inky blue veneer remained clear, revealing stars that sparkled like diamonds.
“Only about twenty minutes now,” Beth said from the back.
I nodded, praying the Little Hampton she led us to would turn out to be the correct one.
A forlorn air filled the cab on the final stretch of the journey. No one spoke or paid attention to each other within our shadowed enclosure. We only had eyes for what lay around us.
The longer we drove, the lighter the traffic became, the more rural the landscape. I guessed not many people headed to the countryside for New Year’s Eve.
I’d always believed when the clock struck midnight the rest of the year had already been mapped out based on the attitude you carried
