Maddie Thorn
We land in the early hours of the morning, disembark the plane, and get into the car. I keep my eyes shut most of the way as a headache pounds away in my brain.
Dominic sits next to me while Jane drives, the sharp movements of the car making me feel sick. “I think I’m going to throw up.”
“Jane, pull over.”
The car came to an abrupt halt, throwing open the door just as the small contents of my stomach left me in wave after wave.
“Why are you driving so sparatically?” Dominic shouted to Jane while massaging circles on my back. His hands were warm and welcoming.
“My driving is per the road codes for the area.”
“Jane-721, I would think our safety would be your top priority, if not mine, at least, Maddie’s.”
“That’s enough, I’m fine. Jane was perfect. I get motion sic
