We pulled up into a little rest stop. This place was so much nicer than any of the ones that Gabe and I had visited on the way to California from Pennsylvania.
I wondered what it would look like to the employees running all the stores and stands in this building.
It was one where there were a whole bunch of familiar fast food restaurants stuffed into a single building.
Gabriel and I passed my father on the way inside. He looked at us, a weird expression plastered on his face and I just smiled. I had this weird feeling that he somehow knew. But maybe it was because this wasn’t something that I was used to doing.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I whispered loudly, suddenly unsure. I knew what I wanted and I knew that it was Gabe, inside of me but I suddenly found doing anything in a
