Reagan’s POV
Even with the seat pushed right back and only having one foot, I still needed the legroom in Edgar’s small car. It also helped that I was out of Sam’s periphery so that I could pull the peak of my cap down. I was hoping to catch a bit of sleep, as I had a lot to sort out when I got home.
“I don’t recall you ever complaining so much,” I snapped at Callan as he complained about Sam’s erratic driving. I know he is eager to get home, but he should be grateful that Sam said yes to taking us. It would be a long walk, especially with one crutch. Now he is complaining about how many breaks Sam has needed. “She’s not used to driving and is probably nervous about where we’re going.”
“Do you remember why you were out there?” I asked Callan. Referring to the day Sam and Ellie
