CHAPTER FIFTY
Owen
At an hour to midnight, Tia and I left the cabin.
It was a windy day, the shimmering stars illuminated the sky, accompanied by the shining moon, as I drove to our destination, moonflare and ashstones our only companions.
We drove in silence but my mind was loud. Beside me, Tia stared out the window, absentmindedly taping her hands against her laps. Despite our situation, she was the definition of calm, it radiated off her like the smell of an ocean.
I envied her.
I wasn’t particularly shaken but our situation was enough to make me uncomfortable and my mind racing. Tia, on the other hand, seemed like it was just another Friday and we were carpooling on a road trip rather than to our possible deaths.
She brought out a pack of cigarettes from her leather jacket poc
