Despite the tightness in my chest, I heed Shane’s advice and bite my tongue. I walked myself into this little mishap, and I clearly won’t be talking my way out of it. Willingly or not, I’m officially along for the ride no matter how weird this is starting to get.
Shane leads us along the edge of the woods until we leave the school’s property entirely. Descending a small ridge, we follow a rutted dirt track that winds between the pine trees until we reach the main road. Submerged in the deep gloom of night, the road looks eerily desolate. Everything is frozen in shadow, and everywhere I turn, I face a wall of impenetrable darkness.
My pulse pounds like a stampede of horses, but we continue on regardless. Shane’s Doc Martens clomp upon the asphalt, as he leads us down the middle of the roa
