CHAPTER SIX
Rachel arrived at the address she’d been given by her mother and hopped out of the truck.
“Thanks again!” Rachel said, as she looked back at the truck driver, who she’d grown quite fond of over the past twenty minutes of their ride together. She looked at him as a father type figure and thought to herself she’d wished this guy was her dad. He was so kind, caring and loving unlike her real dad.
“Anytime. And be careful out there, don’t do that again. Ya hear?” the driver replied with a fatherly grin.
“I won’t. I promise,” Rachel said.
With that she heard the engine roar, and the truck pulled down the road with only the bright red break lights to light up her way to her grandmother’s house. She wondered for a moment if she’d ever see the man again. She hoped they would cross
