CHAPTER 8
Mark’s pickup truck rolled down the highway. The rising sun glared through the driver’s side window. “Wake up,” he told Nicole. “Aren’t you excited to be up so early on a Saturday?” he asked sarcastically.
“I’ll be a little more excited once I drink this coffee,” she said, holding the cup up with a smile.
He laughed and looked ahead at the mass of steel and concrete forming the bridge in front of them. Nicole turned her head and looked out the window. She had seen the Ohio River once, when she was a little girl, but didn’t remember it being this big. She grabbed her camera from the bag next to her and snapped a few shots of the sun hovering over the water. They continued into Kentucky, talking to each other non-stop about whatever came to mind.
At first, Kentucky seemed a lot
