ELLA
I was at my wits’ end when we arrived at the next stop. As we alighted from the vehicle, I wished there was a way to move quickly from the station to the motel.
Above all, I hoped he would tell me this was our final stop — but that wasn’t happening anytime soon.
We had to get a ticket for the next trip, book a room at the hotel, and find something to eat before doing anything else.
At one point, I had considered walking around the towns we stopped in for sightseeing, but what difference would that make?
It would only postpone the inevitable feeling that these trips were never-ending, and then I’d just get on another bus and continue going to wherever.
I resisted the urge to let out a string of curses when my jacket caught on the seat in front of me. Tugging it free, I carried on
