Alex:
The wind hit my face like a slap, hot, dry, and relentless, just like the desert sun overhead. The road stretched out ahead, endless and sun bleached, a ribbon of heat and silence that didn’t give a single damn about the storm brewing inside me. Trixie drove me, her bike purring like a well-fed beast, the thrum of her engine a familiar background noise to the chaos rattling around in my chest.
We didn’t say much at first. Just rode.
That’s the thing about girls like us. Sometimes words ruin what silence can carry.
But of course, Trixie had never been good with silence.
"So..." she said, loud enough to cut through the roar of the wind, her voice playful but sharp, just like the blade she kept tucked in her boot. "Are we going to talk about the guy you disappeared with last night,
