*Claire*
I find myself feeling nostalgic as I drive down the road toward the police station. I remember every divot and bump in the road. I feel the way my car pulls a little too far to the right because the surveyor got the road measurements wrong, so the road tilts a little too far.
Still, I don't mind it very much. It feels familiar, and I could use that right now.
The whole drive, I have two things on my mind. The first of those things is that it is going to be nice seeing the whole gang once again all together. How long has it been since I've seen them? It feels like an eternity. Nathaniel and I have been traveling for a while.
The other thing that is on my mind is Amber. I keep thinking that something is up with her, but I cannot put my finger on it. Is it because she has such
