ETHAN
With a 90s song playing on the radio, Darrel navigated the winding roads as we embarked on our journey to find Agatha. With Darrel and Ada taking the seats in the front of the truck, Tyler, Johnny, and I made ourselves comfortable in the back, surrounded by the hum of the engine and the familiar scent of the open road.
I hope this Agatha woman wasn't a psycho or something, I thought to myself.
The sun began its descent, casting long shadows across the landscape as we ventured further, my mind not failing to think about the whole issue, wondering if this would help at all.
"Eh," Tyler let out, turning and resting on the headrest, dozing off.
Man, how I wish I could sleep it off too. These thoughts, as per usual, weren't in the least calm.
Johnny, who sat closest to me, looked in
