[Aldo]
By the time we pull into the motel that night, we’ve had many hundreds of miles roll by under our tires.
We’re in Virginia, having crossed all of North Carolina in one day, I am f*****g exhausted from driving and being on edge.
I still haven’t told Dawn about the note.
Or the men.
Or the fact that I did all that because of how I felt about her.
Then I curse Andre again. Why the hell hasn’t he picked up all day?
Dawn’s in our room having a shower while I check on the van, and I use it as an excuse to call Andre.
He has not answered or replied to any of my texts. Not that I’ve outright asked him what business he’s been up to with the Russians, but he’s never been so slow to reply to anything.
My paranoia over the last few days has put me over the edge.
And for some reason
