“You girls doing okay back there?” asked Billie, as he turned the van onto the freeway.
“Yeah,” said Kylie, closing her eyes, trying to block out the sounds of Adria’s cries.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with her. She just finished her bottle,” said Allie. “So she can’t be hungry. Poor thing.”
“Well, we have a long way to go before we reach our destination. You need to try and shut her up,” replied Billie.
“That’s not nice,” said Kylie, opening her eyes. “She can’t help it, you know, she’s just a little baby.”
“I don’t care; keep her quiet so I can concentrate on the road.”
“Um, so you never told us, why are we riding with you and not the others?” asked Kylie.
He looked back at her in the rearview mirror but didn’t say anything.
The hair on the back of Kylie’s neck stood straight up.
