Noah Walstead clicked his tongue. The car had been silent for over an hour now. There were no updates on Morgan and Bradley. Surely, they were out of signal by now, but it had put a solemn mood in the car. No one spoke. No one moved. They all just looked endlessly forward to wherever it was that Olivia had decided to take them.
Noah moved first. He rested back, closing his eyes, and meditated. It was the only thing he could do. He didn’t want to cause any trouble and make the other occupants in the car feel awkward around him. A few minutes passed before he felt a small hand wrap around his clenched one. Funny, he didn’t remember clenching it in the first place. He gripped the small hand in return, knowing it was Olivia who was obviously worried about him.
