Chapter 47“Where are we going?” Ben asks me as I take a sharp right out of the motel parking lot and drive along the highway, far from the loud noise and smell of death. Far away from the woods.
“I have an idea,” I say, gripping the steering wheel and staring straight ahead, hyper-focused.
A minute later, Ben says, “Care to fill me in.”
I chew at a torn piece of skin on my bottom lip. “I have an errand to run first.”
Ben stares out the windshield at the approaching exit sign up ahead, then at me. My face heats up in his searching stare. I signal a right turn in the opposite direction of town and do not make eye contact with him. When the light turns green, I turn onto the interstate.
“Where the f**k are you going?” Ben asks, shifting in the passenger seat, turning around to glimpse th
