Thirty-Nine
I sat in the front this time as we sped away from the industrial district. I checked the side mirror to see if anyone followed us out of the industrial park. “Looks like we’re in the clear,” I said as I rested my head against the headrest. “Yup,” said Brett. “Hey,” I said. “I, uh, I’m really sorry I doubted you back there. I went into pure survival mode.” He kept his eyes on the road. “I get it. Don’t worry.” “That was way easier than I imagined it would be. Was he the true leader?” “I think so. That guy, Ricky, acted like he was in charge, anyway.” “I’m just glad it’s over.” We didn’t speak again for the rest of the drive. I sat in quiet contemplation of my journey’s end. It felt empty. I’d expected to feel relief. Instead I felt the hollowness of disappointment in my gut. I’d im
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