I suddenly regret eating before the trip. It feels like I'm about to throw up. The horses are running very fast. I can't even see the road. It only looks like blurred vision.
So much for remembering the way to Biringan. It's impossible to see where the carriage takes its turn. I quit to look from the window and just let my back lean on the carriage backrest.
The other guys are talking about themselves. It feels awkward being the only woman in the carriage. But I need to act casual. After all, I will be meeting more strangers once we have already arrived.
"So, how about you, Liz?" Eric asked her.
Confused, I asked him back, "I'm sorry, I wasn't listening earlier. What about me?"
Evan laughed. "He's asking if what's your excuse to be on this trip." He said.
"Well, I'm a writer, and thi
