BRIANNA’S POV
I clutched the phone tighter in my hand. My fingers trembled as I tried their numbers again.
First Kevin. No answer.
Then Anthony. Straight to voicemail.
Trevor… ringing, ringing — nothing.
My heart sank. A numb, hollow ache spread through my chest. Maybe they didn’t care anymore. Maybe they had given up on me. or maybe….maybe they were in trouble.
Were they okay? I couldn’t help but think the worst now. Tears filled up in my eyes, blurring my vision. I lowered the phone into my lap and stared out the dusty truck window. The sun was setting behind the mountains.
I swallowed thickly, forcing myself not to cry. Hold on. Just hold on.
The truck rumbled along the deserted highway. The driver was a gruff but kind man. He shot me a glance every so often, but didn’t say anyt
