I really need this weekend to work out; I want us to have fun and relax. Deep down I know that if Jay doesn’t get a handle on his stress from work, I may lose him anyway. His temper is not something I could live with long term.
We turn off the main road and drive down the track. We both fall silent as we follow the trail. I study the map on my phone. “It says here to go right to the end of this road and then turn right.”
“Okay,” he replies as the truck bounces around on the rough road. His eyes glance over to me. “Are you sure it’s down here?”
I shrug. “That’s what it says here.”
The trees are tall and are blocking out the last of the sun.
“I saw a documentary made here once,” Jameson says as he concentrates on the road.
“What was that?”
“The Blair Witch Project,” he mutters dryly.
