INTERMITTENT BLINKS of light infiltrated my closed lids, flashing a pink Morse code at my aching eyes. I had no idea how long I attempted sleep—an hour, or so, at a guess, but no matter how much I begged the spiralling thoughts to depart my mind, no reprieve arrived.
When the truck slowed and bumped to the crunch of gravel, I rubbed at my face. “We there?” Even my voice sounded exhausted, as though it hadn’t the strength to arrive louder than a mumble.
Sean’s seat creaked beneath the shift of his weight, and the thumping beat from the radio died away. “You say something? You awake?”
Was never asleep to begin. “I said, are we there?”
“What are you—a damn Sat-Nav?”
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Opening my eyes, I straightened in my seat and peered through the windscreen at the dark expanse
