Chapter Sixty Eight
The tires of the dusty blue sedan hummed loudly against the dark asphalt of the highway as Tyler pushed the gas pedal down, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. The yellow headlights cut through the thick night, throwing long shadows against the trees that lined the road. Inside the car, the heater was blasting a wall of dry, artificial heat that made my skin sting, but the deep, primal shaking in my bones wouldn't stop. I pressed my back hard against the passenger seat, my hand still buried deep inside the pocket of the canvas jacket, my fingers tightly locked around the rough grip of Stone’s heavy black gun. The metal was a cold, solid weight against my thigh, the only thing that felt real in a world that had completely broken apart.
Tyler kept flicking his eye
