They made their way to the gas station. It was a long walk and Abigail had complained every step of the way.
When Lorenzo finally saw the gas station, he stopped just before the clearing and looked around to make sure there were no surprises waiting for them.
“What are we waiting for? The gas station is right there,” she whispered from his side where he held her still.
Lorenzo regarded her with a raised brow. “Is it just fatigue that makes you stop thinking or are you just conveniently deciding to forget there are men who just tried to kill us?”
“Currently, I need a bathroom. I am tired and my feet ache. Not forgetting to mention…I am hungry,” she responded in a harsh tone.
He chuckled and shook his head. “At least you could have mentioned the need for a bathroom earlier.”
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