Myra
Sitting behind the wheel of Tony’s massive truck was starting to feel comfortable and familiar, even though the thing was a monster of inefficiency. I didn’t even want to calculate how much fuel it was using when I shifted it into 4-wheel drive to navigate the icy roads.. The heater groaned, blowing lukewarm air at my ankles as I drove.
MacKenzie sat in the passenger seat, huddled deep into her thin coat, staring out at the skeletons of the maple trees passing by in the dark.
“You don't have to drive me all the way back, you know,” she said, her voice small against the rumble of the engine. “I can walk from the bridge.”
“It’s ten degrees out and the road is a sheet of ice, Mac,” I said, keeping my eyes on the road. “I don’t take unnecessary risks with the personnel.”
I knew why
