Chapter Twenty-Six.
The miles of road, stretched out before the RV, as Leon rolled his shoulders, before creaking his neck. As comfortable as the king-sized bed had been, he had found it difficult to sleep, knowing that Safron was sitting in a chair rather than being in a comfortable bed. Yes, he understood it was her choice, but still the guilt that he was in relative luxury had gnawed his insides, making him toss and turn most of the night. They had gotten up before dawn, ensuring the RV was ‘travel ready’ and that he had filled up the water tank, along with emptying all of the waste. He wanted to drive for seven to eight hours, maybe a little more, to put even more space, and states between them and Massachusetts. Especially as there would be no truck stop on Christmas Eve, and whe
